Broken heart of mine, wrecked into millionth of pieces,
each piece of it whimpers and cries out of pain,
Beneath me lies the melancholy vim, destroys me deep within,
slaying my esteem and essence.
My heart rambles all around in search of ecstasy;
my serenity is lost in the midst of driving rain,
I crave for the love, I always desired for,
blame who… for my lap is filled with stars of ill-omen.
By Mahalaxmi Naidu
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