I was not capable of
contradicting the quietness.
A silent emotion was insulting me.
Forgetting the self-denial
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Very well written poem Satish, its a beautiful depiction of what a lot of us go through and the emotions which are very rarely shared.
Whether to eat a cold sandwich with a slice of processed meat and some kind of emulsified spread on the light, white, fluffy bread. Greed says the pickle is a cover for the soft crusts which do not crunch. After lunch I will cut the excess fat from my belly with a dull knife.