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A message that was never sent

message that was never sent

I looked back

I checked again

I waited for a time,

There was nothing

Just an empty space,

A void besides your name.

I blamed you, I cursed you

There was a medley of emotions

Those of anger, despair and rejection,

I gulped them all and moved on.

Time passed by and the affair became a haze

Fading with every passing day.

One fine morning I cleaned my Outbox,

My eyes popped as I saw an unsent message

The lost words which I thought were already said.

I sighed and damned my imprudence

I sent it again; now double checked if you have received the same.

Jubilant when I heard a response,

To a message, that was never sent.


This entry was posted in: Poetry


Founder, Happy Roots. Passionate about agriculture, social change and rural economic development. I am on a mission to address the biggest problems faced by small and marginal farmers in India with technology and supply chain efficiencies. I work with small and tribal farmers across Maharashtra and help them connect directly with end consumers in high potential urban markets. At Happy Roots we not only build market linkages for our farmers but help them train and upgrade their skills so that we can nurture the next breed of micro entrepreneurs.

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