The Fork

Poem By Shipra Agarwal

Nineteen hours have passed and I,
I still stand at the crossroads
Debating whether to call out to you,
Or pick up my steps and walk by.

Comments about The Fork

I have read like five of ur poem now...and they are all lovely....but I have a feeling u are still saying the same thing....Love Unappreciated.....and I think they all can still be group under one poem....+

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