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Recognize
Smirking in fathoms of my heart,
I grimaced inntricately,
at the inane manner that you glued your eyes to me,
do you comprehend the null that voided deep.
I would not opine that knived and wounded I was,
the pain was dull and yet enormous,
it felt yet did not ennerve my supinity,
you thought I was a heap of garbage flea'd and bled.
Run and run as I do I do in spheres,
the meaning enduring for timeless slices of seconds,
It still is an unending maze,
why in the heavens you had me to ground razed.
All that was asked-a little vestige of empathy,
and a friendly slight of eyes,
if those eyes had smiled just a little,
I would have felt bigger than the present puny,worthless and little.
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Shishir Gupta
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