The desires hidden deep within
Like an exposed wound..
Torn apart from the chords.
The balances imbalanced
Like those broken verses off a note..
Torn apart. Why is it?
The life of a woman
Like the rape of the wound clock..
Torn apart. Am I.
My outer and inner soul
Like the hapless worm in its shell..
Torn apart.
Is an unanswered wish
Like those questions left behind..
Torn apart.
All that is.
Who is the one who can set it right?
1 comment:
None other than Akshata, only she can set it right, Hey ur good and u write well, keep writing.
Palani uncle,
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