Wednesday, 16 October 2019

Broken

I was broken,
When I saw you with the other me.
I burnt all the photographs and letters I had and tried to detach myself from every single memory of you.
"I hate love", I said.
You did not utter a word.
"Silence kills me", I grumbled.
You replied with a strange nod
Carelessly crossing your one eye to the other.
Love,
How could you wrap?
yourself in the stuff
Like that?
I wouldn't do so,
I have a life to live,
I have you,
To take care of.


Niraj P. Chaudhari
16/10/2019
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2 comments:

  1. Ku. V.G.N.S.17 October 2019 at 07:27

    Woow...sir...what a poem....filled with emotions & silence make it perfect poem...VAISHNAVI SANAP (Student)

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