Strength In Silence Poem by Anitha Vijayakumar

I never sought your stories, never asked for tales untold,
Yet you poured them forth, like a river uncontrolled.
I listened, yes, like one reads a novel's page,
But never did I seek to engage in a personal stage.

You called me selfish, self-centered, a taker,
But I, in truth, am but a humble listener, a maker
Of peace within my heart, keeping thoughts within,
Not one to share freely, not with kith or kin.

You, who once appreciated, now turned hostile,
With venomous words, in a manner so vile.
You wrote a poem, a critique, a lie,
Accusing me falsely, under a judgmental sky.

'Paybacks are hell, ' you declared with glee,
But know this truth, for it's plain to see:
I never messaged first, never sought your tale,
It was you who shared, your words like a gale.

I stand with Lord Krishna, my guide and my light,
He shows me the path, through the darkest night.
In any form, He comes, to lead me through strife,
A beacon of truth, in the journey of life.

So here is my answer, clear and strong,
I did no wrong, I followed no throng.
Your words are but dust, blown in the wind,
For in Krishna's grace, my soul is pinned.

I am not a taker, nor selfish nor sly,
Just a quiet soul, under Krishna's sky.
So take your expressions, your American lore,
For I walk with my Lord, forevermore.