Sisters Poem by Anaswara Divakaran
Sisters
I didn't know how hurt she was.
She didn't see my wounds that remained unattended.
We both were hurt.
Both tried to act strong.
Maybe she was much more a strong person than I ever was....
But in the end, we poked each other's wounds and grew distant.
Did I hate her?
Hell, I told her I did!
But when it rained and I saw children in school uniforms running through the rain,
I wished she had an umbrella.
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4/27/2024 10:43:19 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A lovely and touching poem
Hello Rose Marie Juan-austin,