The SheA Poem by Rubhen D'sa
She sits there at the edge of the room,
People come and go; everyone's so busy. She's got tales to tell but no one, Except herself to hear. Once in a while I try to start a conversation. But she just smiles. We spend hours staring at the silent ceiling, the lonely walls, the beautiful thin air - pretending to have something in common. In her silence I find my answers. "You've got her eyes." they said, I remember. To that we both cry. Her tears are camouflaged by the separation. My palms wipe my tears and then to her help - the dust. The wind gently knocks in and kiss my cheeks. That familiar old kiss - something unaltered by time. The smell of her skin still lingers in the uncared air. We are different but still the same, We have; but still don't have each other. Can she hear me? "I don't know" Can I hear her? "I just need to close my eyes." I kiss her and the soft impression lingers on the frame - hung by a nail Some seven feet from the ground. She just smiles. In her silence I find my Answers. © 2014 Rubhen D'sa |
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Added on October 23, 2014 Last Updated on October 23, 2014 |