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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=347540" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>His Call</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">That evening<br>I sat down to write<br>My very last mail<br>To him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And while I was writing<br>I could feel<br>My aching heart<br>Throbbing so loud<br>I could hear<br>Every beat of it<br>Pulsating with pain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And still I kept writing<br>My very last mail<br>To him.<br>Though my eyes<br>Felt blurred<br>With all the tears<br>That rushed asunder<br>Streaming through my cheeks<br>And yet I brushed them aside<br>And wrote<br>My very last mail to him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when I had done<br>All the writing<br>I took a long, last look<br>At that letter of mine<br>Re-reading every word of it<br>That I had written to him<br>With all my heart...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Those precious moments<br>Were so endearing to me<br>For I felt that<br>Once this mail goes<br>I won't be able to <br>Write to him anymore<br>No more of those<br>Diary mails of mine<br>I used to write to him<br>Everyday.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For I had made a Promise<br>Never to go back<br>To him.<br>And that promise I had made<br>To him and to myself<br>With all the pain<br>And the agony<br>That had shrouded me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes - that promise has stayed Intact<br>And I would abide by it.<br>And I haven't faltered...<br>Though my tender heart feels<br>So very Bruised.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And even though<br>The other day<br>He called me up<br>And I heard<br>His broken voice<br>Over the phone<br>Saying that<br>He had read my mail<br>Explaining himself<br>How he was...<br>How very dear to him<br>I have been<br>How very close<br>To his heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I just listened<br>And yet his garble of words<br>Were beyond me now<br>And more than his voice<br>His words of care<br>I could hear -<br>The waves of silence<br>That had engulfed me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He did all the talking<br>And I -<br>All the listening...<br>And yet, <br>Today - when I look back<br>I don't feel like going back<br>To him anymore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I know he might call again<br>Asking me if I am cross.<br>In life's such delicate<br>Situations -<br>Being angry doesn't help<br>So why should I be? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is just that<br>I don't feel like<br>Writing to him anymore<br>The pain is just too much<br>And so are the scars of the past<br>Like scabs on the skin<br>Bleeding every now and then.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so that was my last mail<br>My very last mail to him<br>And his call for a truce<br>I had to choose...<br>Truce with him<br>Or truce with my silence.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I looked back<br>At all the hard times<br>He had given me -<br>All the pain of the past years<br>That kept reverberating inside<br>Like the Tinnitus of being Deaf.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I thought <br>I would call it a truce<br>A truce of realisation<br>A truce of acceptance<br>No - not with him.<br>But - A Lifetime's Truce<br>With me and my Destiny.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Aparna+Chatterjee">Aparna Chatterjee</a><div class=q>
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I sat down to write
My very last mail
To him.

And while I was writing
I could feel
My aching heart
Throbbing so loud
I could hear
Every beat of it
Pulsating with pain.

And still I kept writing
My very last mail
To him.
Though my eye..."></div>
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