Words Unspoken

Words Unspoken short poem

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It is not AGGRESSION like most people think,
there is a FIRE inside which I am not able to SINK…
I have no idea why I am always resting on my TOE, instead of FEET,
but with FIRE around, you are sure to feel some HEAT…
I don’t want to HURT anyone around,
but there are FEELINGS which I am not able to BIND…
Sometime you think may be I lack EMPATHY,
but I am not the one who just “SHOWS OFF” in the name of SYMPATHY…
FEELING of mine is ,somewhat like a CHILD,
If you will HURT it, then you should prepare to see something WILD…
I know some of you will consider this as AGGRESSION,
but then it also came out of an EMPATHY which turns into an ACTION…
I don’t know, what is RIGHT and what is WRONG,
and it’s a fact that I cannot hold myself STILL for long…
I have no IDEA, how is the road of my life AHEAD,
but I am sure that I’ll get up and RUN even after striking a block with my HEAD…
I am not the person who is very attached to my FAMILY,
but still I am holding myself back for them ONLY…
There are only FRIENDS who think that I am CHILLED,
and that’s because till yet they haven’t found out my PAST DRILL…
I don’t want to HIDE anything from any ONE,
but when I am HIDING it, then it must be good for NONE…
Now I have more strength and it is not HURTING me anymore,
but the FIRE which I am trying to suppress is getting BIG more and more …
Newton said, AFTER EVERY ACTION THERE IS EQUAL AND OPPOSITE REACTION,
but when there is no reaction, then there will be only EXPLOSION…
And EXPLOSIONS are good for NONE,
neither for ME nor to ANYONE …
I know I will make this FIRE work SOMEDAY,
but for now I can only say SORRY to everyone and requesting them to THINK as if,
“IT WAS JUST A BAD DAY “

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Loved your poem:)

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