Your Words — Abnish Singh Chauhan

Your words are
like winding roads
in the hills,
full of turns and twists,
trapping my innocent mind.

Your words are
colourful
like the water of the sea,
but they taste of salt,
indigestible to my very core.

Forgive me, dear,
I don’t know
where to keep your words—
in my small hut
by the shore,
afraid of the sudden storms.

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