When the words were scarce
To convey the circumstances
No deficit on actions performed
Yet efforts not yielding results
And to add insult to the injury
Expectations were sky rising
I chose to prefer stoic silence
Whatever was the provocation
It did hurt from inside always
In search of results and empathy
But expressions didn’t convey
On the face and outwardly too
It wasn’t difficult task seemingly
But there wasn’t alternative any
Who says I was being introvert?
I was always silently extrovert
If you can’t read the face of man
Can’t empathize with his actions
You will always have ‘trust deficit’
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