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Sunday, 28 July 2013

Uncared







Many women he's held.
While they stood close,
Each asked the same
Will her, he remember ?

He thought over but
Always held his tongue
For the one he'll never forget
Is the one who never asked

40 comments:

  1. short and sweet and true in its simplicity..this thought and the poem

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  2. Lovely. The very asking implies doubt and there should be no doubt in a genuine commitment.

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    1. Thank You !!

      The question here is being asked by the women with whom he romances fleetingly, finding no peace and stability, therefore keeping moving from one woman to another. It's his anguish that he cannot tell them that he feels no love for them, but for the one who could never be his.

      The superfluous manner in which he attaches himself with many women is bound to cause doubt in their minds. So they ask the question.

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  3. Lovely so Lovely..I loved is so much that I read it 4 times.. :-)

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    1. Your comment is no less lovely for me. Thank You for reading my work...four times.

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  4. Hmm .. beautiful .. those lines had a sense of empathy ...

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  5. Wow...I was grinning while reading the poem. I don't know why! Very nicely written. I came across this on IndiBlogger and frowned. How did I miss it on Blogger? I went to its dashboard and there it was, your post on top of the fresh updates! Glad I read this. Cheers to your poetry and thought-provoking themes! Happy blogging:-)

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  6. after a long time..but indeed lovely!!

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  7. THIS is beautiful. There is a dash of love, loss, and hope disguised in the narration.

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    1. Trust me, there's no hope.

      Thanks for reading

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    1. Glad you felt that after reading 'uncared'

      Thanks

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    1. Thanks Sudha, for still being there

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  10. WOW!! This was the immediate remark I uttered after reading this poem.

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    1. Thanks Iti. Welcome to 'reflections'

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  11. where there is love there is no space for doubt and if you doubt it is no love at all..Beautiful!!!Anupam..

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    1. Thank You Ranita, how've you been!!

      The question here is being asked by the women with whom he romances fleetingly, finding no peace and stability, therefore keeping moving from one woman to another. It's his anguish that he cannot tell them that he feels no love for them, but for the one who could never be his.

      The superfluous manner in which he attaches himself with many women is bound to cause doubt in their minds. So they ask the question.

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  12. only 3 words man... OH MY GOD!!!!

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  13. Its so beautiful.. :)
    Keep writing :) :)

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    1. Thanks Arpitha. And welcome to "reflections"

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