Geeta's Poems

To D...

My mind is a blank wall
and propped against it
is the picture of your eyes
reproachful,
desolate,
contemptuous.


I have read you
through and through...
It’s always the same you..
You as a person, so unkind -
standing busily far behind the crowd -
contriving to look busy.


But your eyes
have fathoms
of unexplored terrain,
As if you were
forever
in anticipated mourning of life...
which you try in vain
to unchain
in a mute expression
of unsaid things.


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