I Am Angry At Her

I am angry at her eyes,

that no longer look at me,

I am angry at her lips,

that doesn't speak to me.

I am angry at her heart,

that never saw my love,

I am angry at her hands,

that refused to hold and let go.

I am angry at her silence,

that echoes in my chest,

I am angry at my own soul,

that never lets me rest.

Yet in every drop of anger,

her memory still stays,

soft like a shadow,

following all my days.

And in all this burning anger,

one truth I cannot hide,

I still love her quietly,

with everything inside.

But now I turn to myself,

wipe these tears I hide,

If she could not see my love,

I will stand on my own side.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.