Questions I Face

The questioning I face
strike me with a force.
Keep quiet though difficult,
to avert confrontations.

I can be heartless.
Retort and inflict
hurt. But remain silent
to maintain harmony.

The introspection spins
and hits. For a moment
I wobble. Gathering ,
I sit dumb and reconcile.

i try to iron out
the external mishap
swear not to destroy
peace and goodwill.

Doing so all these years,
I forgot the heart within,
lies shattered, bleeds
liken to stop in quick.


By meenas17

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

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