She was a lost soul,
he was equally shattered,
bereaved, locked in his own world
And like fate would have its way
they met on the crossroads of life’s bay
Both torn and rattled,
yet amazed to see how badly
the other person was battered.
She desired to bring him back
from his self-imposed exile,
And he coaxed her atman
to bring back her lost smiles
Slowly but surely, they found their way,
weaved in a splice, bonded, never again to fray
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What word knit..!! Amazing..!! 😇👌🏼
Thanks so much my friend. Deeply humbled
Such a beautiful story ……. sometimes pain too unites
True that. Thanks so much for your words
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Pleasure always.. 😇😇
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Pain speaks to each other even when the words fail.
True that. Thanks for your lovely comment
Pain that understands other’s pain.. Beautiful one Shantanu ji
I love the story in the poem
Thanks so much, Chiru
Thanks so much Adithya
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My pleasure 🤗
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Beauty. precious knit
Thanks so much for your lovely words
Such a lovely ending.
Thanks for all your read ❤️