Remembering to trust memory when sentiment gathers
At the hard barricades that fence mine from his opinions.
I was in the right, and he was in the wrong, that's all to it,
Unbearable is the one who bears again a gift of peace.
Humour him, be polite, he's not of much merit anyway,
Or if a bit, the stigma of dissent wiped all of it dirty.
Let him travel his way branded as another I do not like,
It is good tactic and my virtue that I hide it in polite interest.
He never turned me on, even if he always hopes he did.
Sanjib Basu 