I am not loquacious as you think
Nor do I descend from a family of
Well known speakers
To keep you happy I talk, talk and talk
And I stop it..
And one day, you ask me
What’s wrong darling?
I would say looking at you
I am tired..
Of what honey? you ask
I would simply say
Of listening to my own echoes….
I see the rage of anger in you
But I would not bother to consider it then
I have been through it since years…
And breaking the protocol of your incessant anger
I would simply say,
I am tired of listening to selfie echoes….