Enough was with me to tell you then
which I couldn't whisper through my eyes
while my emotion was rife like the monsoon rain
enough was with me to tell you then
since you ruled my thoughts, my words went in vain
now love gets me nothing, but only sobs and shies
enough was with me to tell you then
which I couldn't whisper through my eyes.
(A Triolet= ABaAabAB)
©Prafulla Panda, India.
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