My destiny is contained
In your silence
You prefer absence
I am totally incapable of
using the word
I breath it caress it
Jot it down in the margins
But never utter it
You talk in your sleep
I can not caste away my fears
To be a forbidden fruit
Is such pale metaphor
Prathibha Nandakumar
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/forbidden-6-2/
