Shattered I am,
As dry leaves fell from tree;
Cohered me to heart,
Until the luster I had;
Soaked all my essence,
As bee from the blossom bud;
Tossed me off,
as dry flower from vase;
Never felt such contour of love,
Never even thought,
Had poison in glimmering love;
Had offered in his footsteps,
my heart and soul;
But never had civility,
To see down and feel my heart;
© Sadashivan Nair
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