By whatsinthename in Poems
Updated 01:30 IST Jun 16, 2016

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I be rigid when I don't see an out,

I've hunted and waited

And hunted and patiently waited-

To see to- to feel the tear I feel.

But we're different and the dutiful

pause does not help.

It burns and burns and the agony aches. I wait for it and deliberately talk to the foolish self-Thinking it shall too pass but to no heed.. After a while the heart goes numb, And a rock evolves, And that's when I'm called as the other. The Rigid.

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