Between The Llines Poem by prabhakar bhatlekar

I want to say something...,
want to say many things.
Want to pour out my heart.
But to whom?
They all need a good listener!
A useless listener who
will simply keep nodding
his head for nothing!
Damn it!
Everyone needs a kind listener.
Am surrounded by those
who want me to listen.
They pour out their
heart to me.
I keep nodding in sympathy.
They feel relived and happy.
With me they're comfortable.
They love me, respect me.
All humbug!
Then I look inward and
began doubting what
I was craving to say!
Was that worth talking
to someone and feel relived?
Damn It!
More I tried to hide
between the lines
I feel miserably exposed and
keep my lips tightly shut.