Poetry, Jul '14
By Md. Gulrez
you said you were listening to my every word
but it was my silence which needed understanding
the fall and rise of my breath
the smell of my skin
the floating stares
the whirl in the cheek's pool
the dancing Adam's apple
the unshaven face
the dried lips
the hair on the forehead
the tapping of my feet
the stroke of my hands . . .
. . . were you really listening?
By Md. Gulrez
you said you were listening to my every word
but it was my silence which needed understanding
the fall and rise of my breath
the smell of my skin
the floating stares
the whirl in the cheek's pool
the dancing Adam's apple
the unshaven face
the dried lips
the hair on the forehead
the tapping of my feet
the stroke of my hands . . .
. . . were you really listening?
Md. Gulrez is a social development professional working on
rural poverty.
WOW! Too good!
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