It happens Then repeats itself That exudate of character Display of non-display That judgement terms cowardice, The paralysis of speech That would have aired the mind Revealed intentions Saved the pain That renders company to misunderstanding Why? This strange species, Why do they tuck the tail Sprint with no backward glance. Why? Do they never realise, That eye-opening conversation Stands highly appreciated, preferred To the darkness they dish out, Leaving one to wonder, never knowing Whether to be angry or proffer excuses.