Words unsaid like debts unpaid
Silent onslaught of thoughts distraught
Cringing and cowering, seething disdain
Weeping within, suppressing the pain
Looking aside, trying to hide
The ochre deepening on my white
Wondering what his reason had been
It seems funny, but why can’t I find any
Was he aware of his deed sordid
For one animate would he have paid heed
Losing identity - can it be undone
Chewing on the betel, he saunters away
Does he even know what I am thinking
Steeped in dismay I remain watching
Vile in his deed, yet he walks tall
I remain the stained - once virgin wall
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