What that breaks, with an urge to stick.
Tears don't wash, hurts don't kill.
Wounds that bleed, yet clots do form.
An urge to speak, but natures dumb.
Faiths betrayed, yet shadows sway.
An image stirs, a glamorous hope.
All's shattered and still awhile.
Seams apart, threads don't sew.
A friend indeed when in need,
Snubs away, the matters solved.
Motive rules an ebony heart.
I am repaid, thanks a lot.
Poetry by Raju Swamy
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Written on 2006-08-05 at 15:52
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