come to me
i am shattered
collect me in your palm
put me together again
piece by piece
as you wish me to be
assemble me to your advantage
bend me to your will
for i have no voice anymore
i have no soul any longer
i am but a caricature
of the 'me' i once was
shall i say im blessed
for people drug themselves
to feel the nirvana
i live and drown in each day...
good piece with insightful philosophical touch...all of us lead life the same way, Wardha...being 'juiced' out at our expense...no wonder one feels shattered at times...10
reconnecting with the higher self re-triggers a whole new process of understanding the cosmic self sans all the negative influences wonder write
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow! Very touching poem. Almost similar to one of my poems. I called it 'Atonement'. That is the only difference.