the unsaid prayer in the whisper of dawn weighs you down
like the unforgiven sin that suffocates your heart
and the unmeant praise to benefit your cause
all those unkept promises
. . . pave your way to hell
till you hear that unplayed music
touched by the unfelt sadness
each uncried tear finally pours out
. . . drop by drop
you prostrate gratefully
into the prayer that was once
. . . left unsaid
***
This poem was a request to write about AnKahi , the Unsaid
Such beautiful inspiration
SONYA KASSAM 
I almost let it be “uncommented”. Beautiful, Sonya.
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Oh, I would have been “unpleased” :) Thank you so much.
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Dear Sonya,
Thank you for sharing this with us.
Imagine if every act thought, imagined, willed, were manifested. Imagine if second thoughts never arose to supplant first thoughts.
All good wishes,
robert
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That is an amazing thought. Was it by any chance. . . . your second thought? :))
Loved the comment, thanks so much for enhancing my blog, Robert.
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Dear Sonya,
Perhaps it was a second thought :).
All good wishes,
robert
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Nice poem, Sonya. :)
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I’m happy you enjoyed it, Ranu.
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This is beautiful. Thank you for writing.
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It was a request that immediately inspired me :)
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Magical!
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Thanks!
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