The Ponderings
None did try and reach out
in an attempt to find or seek
The emotional upheavals,
when sensitivities were trying to wreak
Aided and abetted in building
domains most others aspired
Couldn't save own foundations
which were providentially mired
Each hurt that I tended
was reciprocated with a stabbing gash
The pain could though be well endured
but the sardonic whiplash
Far long has the wait been
for the winds to amend and favorably align
I will ride the next gust that blows through
and to fate's intent resign
poem by Sunny Chopra
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