Words not said, tales not told,
Vows not made, wishes put on hold;
Dreams that were dashed before they were dreamt,
Care and crave, crushed by contempt.
A faded journal with all its pages unfilled;
Hope and hunger never fulfilled, only willed.
Hidden somewhere deep down, where only soul can feel;
Leaving them to rot and wilt, till even death can’t heal.
Let’s not ponder the hint of hurt to poison the tint of comfort;
Let’s not bury the inner thirst to carry the sheer dirt;
Let’s not play the game of shamming to lay every aim shriveling;
Let us live the unlived life to alive it with new meaning.
