It was not born
never seen the light
Time when we saw each other
One raw tension in mind
we had to find
a palpable solution
Days passed in silence
Afternoons mute
Nights witnessed
line of discord
line of arguments
One trying to connect
One trying to detach
One vying to come close
At some glow rose
Diffused talk
not muttering
not closed
not openly
Yet some words flew mild
To capture the gap wide
Single touch wild
Yes that pressed tight
It remained not infant
It started to torment
It grew huge and mighty
Thoughts good and dirty
It has roots deep to think
Intense coloured drops of rain
To escape it we have to drink
Phials of bitter plain pain
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