The Song of Deep Sorrow

The song of deep sorrow

Look at the mess

Of my heart

And pain it possess

In the state of ugly stress

I used to be a flaw some and beautiful flower

Now my petals are damaged

With leaves abusively detached

Soft thorns are broken

And growing roots all swollen

My weak stem is chocked to death

Until I take my last breathe

Now I live in broken vase

Look at the mess

I turned into smoke and ash

Look at the mess

Of my heart

And pain it possess

In the state of ugly stress

I used to be a fierce and wild bird

Now my bones are cracked

And feet all tied

I was held so tight

To sing the song of fearful night

My bright wings are cut down unmercifully

Even my shadow screams loudly

Now I live in cage

Look at the mess

I stand on grave with shattered wings I possess

Look at the mess

Of my heart.

- Srushti Gamit

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