Voices in the room
Conversation runs
In a meandering flow-
food, clothes, politics;
Light laughter, delightful banter,
and the politics of my exclusion.
A bubble in a free flowing stream.
The occasional look or word my way
- An awkward halt,
then an embarrassed silence,
Me, a boulder in a free flowing stream.
I fix you in my stare,
I long
To ask about the sadness in your eye,
the gloom you try to hide-
Ask
Was I not your friend once?
Life’s little irony –
Those you want, want you not,
Those who seek you out,
You, Dread most!
About the Author
Dr. Bhuvaneshwari Shankar
Member Since: 07 May, 2014
I have a long association with English Language, it's literature and teaching, with a doctoral degree in Literature from Osmania University, and a Diploma in ELT from EFLU. There was a break in my studies due to an early marriage but I returned t...
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