Strange Attraction: It’s Not Away | Poem

There’s a woman I admire somewhere;

Knowing I wouldn’t talk to her ever,

I let my heart sunk in the old tears.

I judge myself over and again to love;

Pruning the inability to seek someone,

She wears an ugly look when I look.

Deathra, what’s more painful;

Knowing my feelings does not last, or,

Knowing my feelings can deceive myself,

Either I suffer or I proclaim what I feel with.

Today, I see her again and my heart screams,

Tell her or not; nothing changes your sufferings,

Years in darkness I spent walking, now the light

Burns my feet made of sins I committed to survive.

©Suraj Jangid


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