Her soul was grimed
covered with layers of betrayals
and her beliefs
pierced with scores of sores,
and her implored self felt
that trust and love were nothing but
brittle words scattered on the floor
She didn’t know
but somewhere down her blackened heart
love still thrived
waiting patiently to see
her share of daylight
and no grunge could eclipse her hope
and that love waited
for the clouds to erode
She called it life
and her love- a paradox of a living soul
Copyright © Shantanu Baruah
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This is so beautifully written Shantanu and you know it too.
Thank you so much Megha. I am glad you liked it
Wow this is beautiful… loved it!!
Thank you so much Himali
Beautifully penned! Wonderful poem
Thank you so much Ana
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Masterful verse, Shantanu!!!
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you are so kind – thank you
Thank you for the reblog
Always happy to do it!
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