Dialogue Turns Monologue.

Meenas Poems

There be a dialogue

cannot call it a dialogue

it is a monologue

a conversation between  two

where the one is slow

the other one more garrulous

talks all the more meaningless

tells of her beauty in no ordinary terms

while the quieter one listens with a firm

the talkative goes on and on with no break

the silent spectator stares at him without a take

the eyes get tired and wink now and then

the mouth never minces a word in strength

the dialogue turns into a monologue

happens all the time whenever I log

that be the way along  the stream

where one glitters with a gleam

the other shines with a dream.dialogue-symbols

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