So she says she is hurt
Tossed up and thrown
By flippant waves
Of my carefree words
At jagged stones
That her perception constructs.
So I wonder throat parched
In early hours of a thawing March
Didn't she see peeping, beckoning
Between the lines, behind the words
My love for her,
My indifference for others?
© Dan Husain
March 25, 2005
3 comments:
Why expect her to peek, peep, or read betwixt the lines? Why have chasms that might lead to misreadings? :)
Amazingly written
excellent!
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