That Realization Poem by DOYEL NAG

The moment I had seen you, I had perceived your soul,
Your dusty, crippled, chained soul,
You may soar high up in the cerulean sky like an eagle,
That's the tough masked up exterior you flaunt,
She has injected your mind with gall.
Clawing into your mind, I found that you have buried a lot,
Deep down, your mind snaps dry twigs,
Dandelions don't bloom there anymore,
Your mind weighs heavy with uncanny experiences,
Barbed words impregnated your mind with a forever searing
pain....