Not What She Said


Not what she said but what she didn’t —
And he kept waiting, waiting like the wind
There was no lightning and thunder;
Only the silence of dustbins.

The trees stood rooted to their sandals
The birds were not bewildered in their flight
The prison doors of life were open
But panther words were caged inside.

But she said nothing and he kept waiting
Wanting to go but hesitating —
Not what she said but what she didn’t
Slowly, cut him down to size.

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About VijayNair

I retired as Associate Professor, Department of English, Government Victoria College Palakkad, Kerala. I taught English Language and Literature in various colleges for 31 years. My Ph.D. thesis was on the plays of Wole Soyinka. My collections of verse include "The City and the Hermitage" (1988), "Doors Swing Open" (2008), "Eyes" (2010) and "Whispers of Light in Darkness" (2013). My poems have also appeared in the International Anthologies "I am a Poet" (2013), "With Love" (2013), "Synthesis" (2014) "Poetic Symphonies" (2015) and "Heavenly Hymns" (2015).

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