Eyes met…
Yet they did not speak.
‘Why should I first?
Why can’t he?’
Fallacy resided,
As spirits divided.
Living a life of sophism,
Straying in abysm.
Making wounds raw,
Relations couldn’t thaw.
No comfort, no affability,
Cold bonds thrived bitterly.
The more they hated,
In futile ego inflated.
Creating a wall,
Invisibly tall.
Least they realized,
That time was prized!
Cold war nefariously played,
Whilst souls searched for solace and aid.
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An Associate Editor with Chrysanthemum Chronicles, Shristee Singh has many anthologies to her name. Her writings have featured in a number of literary journals. She has recently come up with her debut book, Cosmic Vibes from chaos to quietude.
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