Prathibha Nandakumar - Forbidden 6

My destiny is contained
In your silence

You prefer absence
I am totally incapable of
using the word

I breath it caress it
Jot it down in the margins
But never utter it

You talk in your sleep
I can not caste away my fears

To be a forbidden fruit
Is such pale metaphor

Prathibha Nandakumar

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