Brinda. D
For me, misunderstanding is a heavy weight,
A burden born from lack of communication’s
No clarity in thoughts, feelings, or emotions
Improper wavelength, that led to friction
It affected the smooth relation, a bond so dear,
A crack emerged, and doubts began to appear,
To mend that hairline crack, I searched far and wide,
But found no medicine, not able to cure
I tried too many methods,
But all ended in vain,
The pain persisted, the wound wouldn’t heal,
In mind, there’s no peace, just suffering
All it happened because of misunderstanding
A silent killer, that cuts deep into the night,
But still, I hold on to hope’s thin thread,
For it’s not too late, to mend what’s been unsaid.
To rebuild the bond, to heal the past,
I need to communicate, to let love last,
To find the right words, to bridge the gap,
To mend the crack, and bring back the love
the pain of misunderstanding is so harsh
Brinda. D