The Concluding Note Poem by Avinash Nair

At times I am afraid of the ease

With, which you say out certain things,

Things that are bound to hurt someone,

Things that are meant to be not always said,

It comes naturally to you!

It's not just the things that you say

Worries me, it's rather the tone,

With, which you say that out loud.

There's a strange sense of finality in that!

As if you have been already through this,

And you just are waiting, for a reason,

A reason to begin the end, of all this

That we have built and cherished.