She Did Shed

By Ishita Bora

She shed like millions of drops of candle,

Tried to curb by melting it out.

For him the scars didn’t matter,

At least he didn’t let the drops scatter.

Drops let alone cold,

Forming a cynic ocean,

Buried deep in the terrace,

It will melt thy opinion.

Outer drops shown stealth

When the inner heart melts

Bound away by inevitable pull

Ghost of the feeling aghast

They are destined together,

In any forms of matter

Just the unsaid words are heard.

Hoping they can just be unheard.

By Ishita Bora