Let's Burn Like The Rest Of Wicks

Poem By Vijaya Roy

I know you don't love me,
Actually I also don't.
And therefore we both suppress the never spoken truth,
As we are bound by need.
Love can be ignored;
But in which way we would be!
A long legacy of habits made us juxtapose yet.
Eyes are neglected nowadays,
For they can't pretend our words.
Once our hearts used to burn,
Now the burnt wicks rest.
We may not possess our hearts,
But there is something we must have to suppress for a long.

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