THE
DIFFERENCE
-
Manas
Bakshi (India)
Love may have
Myriad ways of expression,
Lost love too—
With the wound of betrayal
Depth of love
Has nothing to do . . .
The overcrowded slum
Below a high-rise
Cries out often
In extra-marital scrimmage,
Makes others feel
It's livid.
Teardrops trickle inside
A lonesome furnished flat
Against syncopated togetherness—
Shares the pillow alone the same
Not the man
Sleeping
unfeelingly beside!
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