I wish I hadn't thrown
My collection of poems
Written over the years
My visions and opinions
Sharing was never easy for me
Nor was giving a befitting reply
Writing down was the perfect anodyne
For keeping me peaceful and alive
One moment of rage
And everything was gone
And oh so meticulously destroyed
Something preserved since long
It began with tearing out
Every single page
Then bit by bit shredding
Lines in a rectangular shape
Piled up neatly
on the side of bed
Then thrown into fire
Till the words were all dead
What harm could the fire do
The burning anger was to blame
Years of unspoken words
Surrendered to the flame
Wish it all could be undone
My musings all gone and lost
Your presence supported me
So sorry, ditched you for a lost cause
Chitra