Pride And Misunderstanding (Shakespearean Sonnet) Poem by ashok jadhav

Pride raised a wall where love had built a door,
And silence spoke where truth might yet have healed;
We read our fears in words we heard before,
And turned away from what the heart concealed.
Each glance grew sharp with meanings never meant,
Each pause a proof of distance we supposed;
Thus love, by pride and misbelief mis-sent,
Was bruised by doubts it never once disclosed.
How small a step would lead us back to light—
One humbled word, one courage born of care;
Yet stubborn hearts defend the losing fight,
And choose their wounds above the risk to dare.
O pride, thou thief of love's intended grace,
Thou teachest loss by hiding truth's own face.