She was not Grateful

An ungrateful lady

Like a philanthropist I extended my heart,

To support,

Her with all I had,

Being like a child glad.

 

Alas! She acted like the sly woman,

In “The Luncheon”,

Taking everything away,

Like a hijacker on the way.

 

How can a person be so selfish?

Perhaps I was foolish,

In helping her selflessly,

In a manner saintly.

 

After the initial experience,

I could fittingly sense,

What a mistake I committed!

Felt in my heart really bad.

 

The worst of it all was,

Asking for an act of kindness,

Poignant I was for the second instant,

When she like a mirror broke my heart.