He : An unfolded mystery

So dense, he never understandsanything,I say to him.My poetry contains more oflove and anger,A hurricane of emotionshidden in the folds of aheart's cornerHis silent love is likeclouds without water,And music without symphonies.I was busy whole of my lifewith family and friends,His cold attitude neverbothered me for years.In the afternoon of my life,A curiosity uprised to… Continue reading He : An unfolded mystery