Eyes shed tears, lips curve for a smile
Heart beats slower, thoughts run fast.
Steps get heavier, hands refuse to move
Nay!
Not a stroke of heart or lymph
It’s a break! A break in heart of love…..
A shock greater than the quake
Devastation greater than the war’s
A pain much sharper than the wound
Of a shrapnel or a knife stab into heart.
Aye!
It’s the pain of the soul.
It’s the pain of being sole
The song of a painful soul
Left to the mercy of memories
With moments to smile
And days to shed the tears
In loneliness…in solitude.
Which I shall live
For years to come with a smile
And pain in the loved corner of my heart!
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