Inside your heart is a sea,

of my many disappointments

Where I try not to drown,

weighed by my regrets

There are many endings to this tale,

It’s not you it’s me.

You’ll be happy.

We’ll be friends.

You’ve tried all of them.

But I cling to hope

Coiled like a dying serpent

I would breathe my last soon

But I don’t want to go yet

Because I still don’t have you

I could never be enough

Love you enough

Express it enough

At least you got the chance to perfect exits

I wait at every station

To catch a glimpse of you

To hear I was worth loving

In spite of my venom

But the train always leaves.

– Rakesh Shukla ‘Manu’

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