Some Things


Some things
– the fragrance of your breath
– don’t need to be learnt
but stay learnt
steeped into the fabric of self

Some things
– your magnetic eyes
turn a velvety brown when you’re sad –
are easily learnt
but can be forgotten
wiped clean by anger’s brush

Some things
– I didn’t have to learn to love you
– just are
etched into my mind
even when I wish to forget

A heart that has loved
cannot learn to hate,
though sometimes it pretends

© 2017 Uma Venkatraman ~ All Rights Reserved

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