The Harp!

a poem by Kalashree Selvarajah

I am being used by you like a Harp!
One moment you caress me like a fond lover…
Next minute you don’t want to know me!
I want my beloved to hold me to his heart
and wipe away my tears.
Please unlock the doors of your heart and let my love flow in.
You won’t lose anything if you atleast write to me.
My eyes long to see the words which you haven’t uttered to me.
The time is running out.
When will you come?