An Embarrassment

The vacant eyes, a sullen countenance,
a minimalist solicitation,
forces an embarrassment.

Her face is impassive. I sit quietly.
She hurries to the pantry.
Sticks around for a while.

Places the refreshments and drink
before me. The gestures are
one of indifference.

I gift her a diamond ring. Turning back
I meet her gaze which I return,
The refreshments lie untouched.


By meenas17

A lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood

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