Scorched…

Look away, will you?

For at least, moments few,

Or ask what you’d been wanting to,

Staying to your heart, true,

This silence is numbing me,

My plight, you can very well see,

I’m scorched, red, on the face,

By the heat of your gaze!










P.S. This is my response to today’s daily prompt

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Author: Annapurani Vaidyanathan

I hoard books for a living. And read them too, when I am not sleeping. I express what I think, so my unheard feelings don't sink. I like to sing when I walk, to keep shades grey, at bay. I speak like a dork, but I don't want to drive anyone away. I write what's real, and nothing fake, so visit my blog whenever you need a break ;)

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