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
Confab With Me 
so good Shantanu………..we always have hope no matter how bad it is! 🙂
Beautifully written 👌👌🌹
Absolutely my friend. You are so right
Thanks so much, Nimish
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Very beautiful, Shantanu. And the engine rocks 😊
Ah, my iPhone. I meant “ending”
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Thanks so much dear
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Thanks so much for the beautiful words
You are so welcome, my dear friend!
Engine is also good 😂
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Very beautifully said.
Thanks so much dear
Hope she never gives up on love😊
Beautiful words Shantanu 😊🌼
Thanks so much, Yasmin for your beautiful comment