21 July, 2020

• Confess

An intense desire I had,
To confess to the setting horizon,
But the lips, helpless, trembling,
Could not say the unspoken,
Inevitable denial so harsh,
Shook the skies crimson,
I wish, I could at least,
Narrate the pain of separation.

(Select lines from my English poetry book)
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