Nagging
A tear in her eyes make me wonder
a chance for patch up did I squander?
Never to complain..she, but questioning a lot
neither liked the questions nor liked the thought.
Life gets topsy- turvy, grilling when start
anywhere, anytime, at home or city mart.
when, where, why, how, who, what/s..........
inquisitor always testing your guts.
No chance for atonement
These word invented only for harassment.
Wish these could be wished away, ..... but no
Entire life hinges on these, try taking them away.
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copyright 2012/Children of Lost God/Tribhawan Kaul
poem by Tribhawan Kaul
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