• smita_pattanaik 24w

    I weaved each bead of trust
    so finely for years
    And your touch
    Scattered them all

    They lay astray
    Alike me
    Noone to pick
    Noone to soothe

    Wounds so deep
    Sobs unheard
    Each bead resemble
    Each piece of my heart

    Even the thorns
    Even the needle
    Even the fire
    Even the wind

    Not so harsh
    As you
    Not so mean
    As you