Rusted Ears

Words unspoken lie on face and truth denied
that inward eye shut with force so tight
No logic, no reason, no stream passing by
a hole so dark and black, not a beam of light
To talk some sense, to show the world
as it should be seen from down and above
The cool blue stream goes dry too soon
Every promise made falsified too soon
The ocean of sorrow at high tide
keeps tossing and turning all morn and night
Not a moment of rest from thoughts villainous
Angst, impatience, feeling ominous
tools of depression constant at work
What’s more deadly than a virus
is an ear that’s rust.
~ Dr. Richa Jha
Bengaluru, India

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