• THE DILAPIDATED SOUL •
The soul has turned into countless specks of sand,
And the melting silence burn my brain.
The minstrel of sorrow nurses the soul,
Drawing complicated confusion .
A crooked shriek of powdery hollowness,
Peeps in and chants lullaby of nothingness.
Bare footed miseries form heaps ,
And I had fought and fallen into bits.
The wounds that bandage the perplexed soul,
And an eclipse of loneliness knocks.
The bruises of perpetual tiredness ,
Sweats through the solitary soul.
During the process of decomposition into dust,
Invisible breaths exhale empathy.
Some isolated episodes reflect ,
And no pill of hope can consume the cataract .
A vast wasteland of ruins ,
And the soul forever marooned.
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