We cannot show our love
They said, We cannot show our love
We cannot show our love, they cried.
We love you so very much, we cannot show our love
To you, they cried, we hide our love.
Riddled in complications,in our own actions
Mind exceeding realms of passion and reality.
Creating miseries out of mere memories.
We cannot show our love, they cried.
We love you so very much, we cannot show our love
To you, they cried, we hide our love.
Riddled in complications,in our own actions
Mind exceeding realms of passion and reality.
Creating miseries out of mere memories.
Labels: poetry
Selected by Sreekesh Menon |
08:10 |
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Three memories
As the red ball of fire
Sinks lower into the ocean
I open my three boxes of
Heavy memories
The first one is of a young son
Taken away from me Before
I could teach him to
Express affection
I flinch to feel the second box
Full of negative criticism
Of a husband who could not
Accept and cherish
The third box hides the scraps
I saved and cling to
Not able to forget the
Struggle and want
The memories dance around me
But before I put them away
I add a handful of
love, acceptance and giving.
.......and wait for day break.
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