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Broken fragments scattered,
I bend and pick each one to gather,
a part pierces my delicate skin,
bleeding profusely,incessantly.
Still, carefully I collect the bits,
Pain exceeds the bearing strength,
a scream within dies its own death,
drenched in tears of rage and sorrow,
the soul disembarks for a new voyage…
Futile goes every effort,
In vain is washed the pristine love,
In front of mind of a Narcissus,
my heart goes helpless and vulnerable…
Recuperating after the lancinating feel,
i fuse my broken fragments again,
Yet stronger to withstand the stupor,
Patiently I try to find the end!
Very well & beautifully rendered, Soumya!
Thank you Teju! Nice to see you here
My pleasure! You sure are one gifted poetess!
Iam humbly touched by your compliment!
There’s something lovely about this.
The voice of the heart! Thanks
Aah! I feel a searing pain…
Loved these lines and the title.. so apt.. “Still, carefully I collect the bits,
Pain exceeds the bearing strength,
a scream within dies its own death,
drenched in tears of rage and sorrow,
the soul disembarks for a new voyage…”
Thank you dear that you found those loving!
Thank you my friend.
welcome Sheri!
Piercing thoughts on a steel-will…
Love & Light
a part pierces my delicate skin,
bleeding profusely,incessantly.
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What a meaningful statement. All those little shards poking you and reminding you of what happened.
So touched Jasmine,you got connected to it!
nice and new thought …. the soul/heart as if a broken piece of glass.
Thank Amany! It is indeed fragile ,still gets fused with time.
An excellent poem! Thanks for always sharing your light Soumyav!
Thank you Wendell for your thought!
This One broke me. Thank you. I feel your pain and depth in every word. Much love to you.
Thanks MIllie for your love
Very tender, touching and sweet. I felt a connection here. Lovely my dear!
Thank u so much!