by Richa Govil
I wish a lot to talk to you
Would you understand I have no clue
Its about the past to be forgotten
And a fragile soul almost broken
The sense of feeling almost gone
Maybe that’s why I seem to be strong
For storms no more cause me to cry
The feeling of pain I often deny
To Smile, I still have the audacity
Sometimes really proud of my capacity.
BUT I still choose to be silent
For I am not sure if you are this patient
To listen till the end
without much judgement
Its your callous comments
That would make me further torment
So I keep it all within myself
And gift you my beautiful silence.
Last updated May 08, 2016