Words not spoken!

Once I was stuck in a traffic jam.

The sun was ready to set.

I had none to help or harm.

It was raining and all around was wet.

The bus was too crowded, even noisy.

I called my mom to reveal “I’m helpless”.

I was too desperate to hear “Number busy”.

“Oh God! Help me!” I wouldn’t be fearless.

That night can never be forgotten.

When I reached my home, I shouted.

“Mom, how many times I called? At least ten.

What made you too busy when I’m troubled?”

She didn’t speak a word but moved.

But dad said, “She was calling you all this time”.

The words not spoken by her had removed

my anger to add regret to myself blame.

If she had scolded me, I wouldn’t cry.

But now I’m speechless to apologize

for my words makes me shy.

“Oh God! I’m a sinner, I didn’t realize.”

Sometimes words spoken hurt us,

but words not spoken hurt more.