Accused Poem by Seema Jayaraman

©Seema Jayaraman, Mumbai,19Sep2015

A niggle, astir, unbearable to the soul
the wrong done, unspoken
Surrounded, I stand
A wall, People I care, stare
Fingers pointed, whispers ringing
Frown lit faces, eyes unmet

to hear my wails, Not an ear lent
Woe buried, untendered hands
bend they will, someday
Realize the fiction, hearsay
when not a word true,
so late, someday, they labeled me a shrew

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