That silence, heavy and dim
And yet you refuse to talk about him
You keep it a secret--why?
I want to know so bad I feel as if I could cry
I try to give hints--not to clear
Not to show the longing
That my ears strain to hear
But you still do the hogging-
Small yet huge wronging!
What a pricely cost that silence has paid
I feel so lost, sky so red as a morning of a raid
Does he think of me as kin?
Why does my mind plague me of him!
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~Muslima