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It believes my heart is a sight,
Cold as ice, and black as night.
It’s not my heart, only my soul,
But killing me is its goal.
It is getting close for me to know,
I really don’t want that far to go.
Soon I’ll reach my end,
It’ll have my soul,
to tear and rend.
It didn’t cared for my grief,
But I won’t let go my strive.
I can’t face the bitter truth,
I must keep up, my pretense of youth.
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Piercing words. Well expressed, Appy!
ReplyDeleteThank you Anita!!!
ReplyDeleteWell written Arpita.
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yup..Well expressed :) :) Speaks a lot :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Swati and Shashank for your positive words... :)
ReplyDeleteThe search for the soul is a difficult one, the journey can be long and painful too. Beautifully penned Arpita.
ReplyDeleteI second your thought Shweta, glad you liked it... :)
ReplyDeleteThe first thing that caught my attention is the image you have tagged along. It's beautiful. And the poem they contrastingly superior and strong. Unless you let go off the hope you are a survivor and as long as you survive no one can let you down. :)
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