Yes he has hurt her

Silence will confess mutely

Whining within, it will moan

For its, little bit of her own

 

“Unchecked and not-replied texts”

She educated them on his habits

Wiped briny drops; wouldn’t be shown

 Restive is little bit of her own

 

Deafened soul recalls the flashes

Of their frolicking oneness

Zipped them; faking smiles put on

Fidgeting with little bit of her own

                                    

Inverted look within him, stocks

Of all done and undone to her

In knowing him, ignored the unknown

That was, little bit of her own

© Juhi Gupte