These days relations turn into an arid one, no embrace, no laughs, nothing…
Ofcourse they could get clingy, only if u r the only alternative left for them
and after sometime u will feel urself in a stalemate state,
where u already aware of the truth, but still u try to repudiate.
Frail and pale u again try to enter into this phony reconciliation
and being a master manipulator they again welcome u with their feigned smile
and along with that they will enjoy sitting at the table conversing with others,
snapping them with all ur witless repertoire" ……
Despicable Gagan…..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An insightful piece of poetry well articulated and nicely brought forth with conviction. Focused and factual. Thanks for sharing, Gagan.