The Eavesdropping

in #poem7 years ago

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Even the walls have ears.
Even though they are nonliving.
Even though spying is allowed .
As long as no secret remains secret forever.
I stopped to peep and listen strangers.
This gradually became my habit.

I often find myself listening to discussion
Which am not a party to.
On the bus, school ,market, church.
I hear words, stories that find their
Ways to my ear as if they have no
Destination.
Annoying gossip that I became.
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I sometimes count how many times.
I laugh at peoples jokes or the stupid
Statements.
I call it passing out time.
You do it too I know because
We hear weird things we wished
Not to and make eye contacts
And laugh.
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While eavesdropping?
The eleventh hour crept up on me.
Reminding me of checking up “A dreamer
who is eavesdropping” It called out to me .
So I stay at the wall avoiding eye contact.

Staying where I belong.
Always starring at my feet
And popping music into my ear.
To keep me away from eavesdropping.

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