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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Shristee Singh
Shristee Singh is a writer and a blogger by passion. She loves penning poetry and prose. Her
stories have been featured on various platforms as well as she has won 100 words stories
occasionally. She has also authored level 2 books for children on Storyweaver.
stories have been featured on various platforms as well as she has won 100 words stories
occasionally. She has also authored level 2 books for children on Storyweaver.
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