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Vidhya Chandhran Poem
I did wrong to you
Without you knowing
Causing you no pain.
But I must confess
I did wrong to you nevertheless.
You will never know
If I choose to conceal
For I did wrong to you in my mind;
In the silence between soul and self.
But I must tell you
For sins committed in soul sores us deep;
Hard to bear , unable to share.
Forgive me ; that’s all what I can ask
not with your half -heart
But as whole
Or not at all.
Think if you must, I hated you
But do not believe I loved you less
For If I did, I would have never said this much.
Copyright © Vidhya Chandhran | Year Posted 2016
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Vidhya Chandhran Poem
Of course there is time and no need to hurry
For young men whose hands are strong
And hearts do nothing wrong.
But Death is an inherited burden
Our strong shoulders cannot carry.
we meet death in strange streets
and sometimes it nods away
but in some other, it leads our way.
I hate not death more
But still not love life less.
I fear not its coming
But do not fancy it’s never coming at all.
And if you say with critic’s eye
That I subconsciously want never to die
I must reply with utmost care
‘yes, indeed sir, not while I’m young’.
Copyright © Vidhya Chandhran | Year Posted 2016
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