by Kritika Bhatia
Oh! My dear soul,
Look at your condition!
You look tired and messy,
And full of suffocation!
What has brought you to this state?
Yesterday you had so many surprises,
You were so happy,
I dunno how the smile vanishes.
You look like copper,
Exposed to the air,
Its become dull and lost its colour,
So many difficulties you had to bear!
The 'tarnished' soul,
What a name is given to you!
Your problems are so many,
But the solution to them, no one ever knew.
Last updated March 24, 2014