• anshikamahajan 10w

    I carry my soul in pieces now
    Thinking that if I shatter someday
    By the moaning winds
    And abhorring gales
    A kind soul may
    Gather those fragments
    And try to sense pain
    In each tormented chunk
    And by what reluctant
    Sentiments they were bonded together
    Hating to be mingled
    But forced to agglutinate !

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