Unheard, unsaid


There are so many things I could have said.

There are many things I have left unsaid.

The few words I said were feeble

and cowered before the force of yours.

“I meant, but, even so” were not my choice

Arguments are fun only if they lead to making-up.

 

I hear a bitter echo when you speak

Look at me, not at a shadow from your past.

 

ps: this is a verse-in-progress.

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Author: sandhya mendonca

outpouring of occasional whimsies

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