I saw a wounded soul
at d dawn of a shady day
when a sharp pristine light
teared the blanket of gloomy clouds,
when the air was still
and no whispers ran amok
I saw a wounded soul
dragging the burden of his past.
He walked on,
On that wornout pavement stone
upto the aged milestone.
His face lit up
for there were graves by his side,
I was amused by the mere sight
went by and asked
what makes you smile
when the deads stares right into your eyes
And the wounded soul spoke,
Spoke for the very last time
with a spark in his tired eyes
and wisdom in his rusty voice
For I am happy
coz I have completed my journey
coz I have accompalished the task set upon me
for I carried the burden of my deeds
'FOR I LIVED
IN THE GOODS AND THE VERY BADS'
for now I can rest
for now I can embrace the death
for now I will be healed
I will be healed.......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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