Translucent Soul Poem by Vishal Sharma

sometimes i try to write verses over the broken leaves
confined in solitary pain and agony-the darkness alone
rather my thoughts over tall trees may bring nightmares
i see things that my translucent soul tries me to see
sometimes only hope to me is all the sins i once committed once
and i have a bad future over failed tears and destructions
words are the powerful weapon of time-almost used
in my bare hands i have my sins and crimes i have done
may almighty forgive my inner devil with his soft hands...