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Comments about Isha Singh
I never saw
when it was right in front of me
I couldn't hear
the sobs she let out secretly
I should have known
when she closed up from everyone
but I never did-
or perhaps I did.
I did sense something was wrong
how did I manage to stay indifferent?
I am her sister.
But I didn't ask
I didn't ask because perhaps I knew
or was afraid to know
and face the truth-
the miserable horrible truth!
Such a coward I've been.
If only, I had taken that step;
If only had I heard the loud silent sobs.
what was I afraid of?