A part of me is sliced tonight
chaffed off my tender heart
The breath is half,
Life becomes half
snatches as the clutches of destiny
from my existence
a part
Somewhere down the years , the bruised portion will grow
balm the wounds with verses of blood
curing pain of the open shredded injuries
A part of me then shall merge,
rejuvenate
coalesce and unite to assimilate finally
like a body converts to ashes
and integrates in the soil
A Life gets over
soumyav 