Tuesday, July 05, 2005


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


Blue Athena said...

Why expect her to peek, peep, or read betwixt the lines? Why have chasms that might lead to misreadings? :)

iamnasra said...

Amazingly written

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