When the desire,
Of being mischevious,
And excitement ended,
After all meaning was lost,
You nodded at me,
Your eyes so kind once,
Stared at me soul searchingly,
Afraid to reach the inner me,
As I was a stranger to emotion,
Chained up in the chambers,
Crowded by memories faded,
And my physical well being,
Was all that mattered to me.
Selected poems from previous & forthcoming collections together with Q&R apps on each page to enable audio rendition simultaneously with the written text
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