The Unsaid Bond


There was a time
romance was
a glance
a fleeting look
a brushing
of the hand
an innocent apology
of an intended act
a gift of a rose
pressed dry
in the pages
of the most
voluminous book
a message scribbled
on paper with pen
the words limited
by a drop of blood
an unwritten pact
of life and beyond
a flower in hand
was the secret brand
a discreet exchange
and that was all
no promises made
no conditions laid
the eyes spoke
and committed all
there was a time when
the unsaid was what
created the bond.




Author: vidur sahdev

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