Sunday Poetry Special By Raju Panyang
Unblemished Self
The guest left us,
Looking back many times,
Walking slowly,
He would have said something,
If he had met me alone,
Reaching home, he would think,
It was better to tell the words,
Some words remain untold,
Some words remain unexpressed,
Only, it is thought,
It’s also a chapter of life.
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