• arunavhazarika 5w

    A Soul.

    You were a soul,
    that was made; of both the living
    and the dead.
    Your intricately carved body,
    was skimmed into perfection,
    by the gods of perfection.
    The tangence you brought to the air,
    sent waves and waves, of ecstasy
    into the infinium of existence,
    You were a masterpiece,
    not even gold, not even platinum,
    could defy the solace of your humanity.
    Such a soul; fiddled and composed,
    seemed odd to be human,
    so breaking yet to say,
    you never existed outside,
    the feeble imaginations of our fettle brain.
    - Arunav Hazarika