It took every inch of me
To not scream
Cry like a spilled ink
With every broken link
At the moment I felt too broken
Where words
Failed to convince me of their part of story
I wanted to march up to them
And put some sense up in their heads
But then I see
That I got no right to do so
They never asked for my concern
Nor my attention
Never commanded my heart to be swayed
But I got astrayed
And I burnt my own tears
Which never rolled down
As I looked at the gliding sun
The white shikhar shone
With red sky
I might be high on anger
But I sure felt my breath
Back to my wind pipe
Them being there to hear
My rant
Was enough
More Than Enough
I realised I love my friends more than I ever can think of !
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