Tongue, sharper than knife
Piercing the heart
Words, like an arrow
Released from the bow
Bullseye
Stinging, found its mark
Corkscrewing
Lodged in the center
Archer gone long ago
Hurt and pain
Dribbling slowly
Following tortuous path
Pulling it out
Impossible
Cause more hurt
Only one hand
Does not clap
Forgive
Bear the pain
Resolve
Share laughter and smile
Bury
The pain deep inside
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Author: pranabaxom
Poetry is my passion. I am not a methodical writer. I have no set topics to write about. What I feel, perceive, think about, I will like to share in this blog. I open my mind to the world. Like the weather, sometimes my poems are cloudy, sometimes stormy. I always like to see sunshine streaming through the leaves of trees, so I hope I can share some of those sunshine with my readers.
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