Saturday, September 4, 2010

Accusations-II


I accused you,
You accused me back,
Mine was a lament,
A question… “Why?”
But yours was-
Blindness by the sorrow,
I know you bled tears.
But between us there was-
Silence; among all the condescension,
As the indelible mark-
Of love left behind.

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