A beautiful soul was walking

Or may be flying

Souls do not walk I hear

There was nowhere to go either

No high no low

All was it

And it was all

It lived for years

But there was no reference

To measure time

It was time itself

It was love and peace

It was everything and nothing

And then one day

It met with a desire

And it broke into pieces.

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4 thoughts on “Broke.

  1. Such a sad poem, Shreyans. Sounds like all hope is lost after you’ve done your best and it didn’t pay off. Sometimes things are just not meant to be. Always amazed at how you express such heartfelt emotions through your words. Keep writing.

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