The Unresolved Dilemma Of Speech

By Asya Girdhar

There is a lot to say, 

but nothing left to speak. 

If my words are like smoking hot tar, 

will anyone else's torture ever disappear? 

If I cannot interfere to speak the truth, 

then am I really the angel here?

If my words cut as sharp as a rapier, 

and they conceal the truth as skillfully as a teenager,

backbiting one's closest mates, away from their ears, 

then, should I really speak here? 

Should I really speak here? 

Should I really speak here?

By Asya Girdhar