Whits of Her Soul
This inquisitive fellow here serves an inclination towards reading, writing, exploring new things and much more....
Words tumbled down her lips
Tears trickled down her cheeks
Avalanche of emotions gushing through her veins
Smashed her, whittled her from within
Summoning up every ounce of strength
She bestirred herself, she woke up again
Striving, tendering herself with morsels of consolation
To tame the very bedlam within that soul so quiversome
The unlucky wight had encountered anew
A web of deceit and treachery hazing what was true
These eyes have witnessed those tottering steps
Trembling body, sushed squeals and yelps
Attiring herself with colossal of strength
She still treads, still tries to skip the fence
Well, the poem will still continue
Whether the life be mirthful or miserably blue....
