The wraith inside my soul

September 24, 2011
By Supriya PLATINUM, Palampur, Other
Supriya PLATINUM, Palampur, Other
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Favorite Quote:
Poetry spills from the cracks of broken heart, but flows from the one which is loved.


Though he was old and wise
What was it?
In front of my eyes
An evil ghost
Perhaps no one knows
Maybe, he was chosen as a host
He eroded the pain
But no one knew
What he could gain?
It forced my heart
To give a thrive
Leaving a question
Was he ever alive?
Slowly, it said
Say farewell
He couldn't reap
Whatever he sowed
Today, I hope he is fine
In his new abode



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