A Frame For The Lost - Poem by Meenu Alex
It was a perfect fitting frame for the loss
The words could only tell it in slants though.
Yes! We are but a tiresome folk who could express
Only half truths!
Heart says its not enough
It is not even half truth
Trying to explain what is lost
Its like pricking the not so healed wounds
Oh at last I could accept it’s a wound!
Well truth is closing in! !
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