They met they chitchat
Compassion covered all like a giant hat
The talk and the silence
Not of love yet of benevolence
Suddenly, hard it was to talk
Life took me thru a walk
Have you ever revisited a grave?
Old wounds and feelings that you crave
Wounds which age couldn’t bury
Feelings that spilled out never in a hurry
Lost in a passing saga lone
A sting remains if the wound gone
Imperfections shaped me
While august spirituality adopted thee
A lost and wild turn in spirit
Character with none a merit
A deep plunge in a euphoria unbound
A bite instilled by a poison hound
For a kind touch my fingers tremble
In futile hopes those fate lines feeble
If only god and love had a say
And not destiny and life vaguely play
Unused lane, incomplete dreams and an unfulfilled wish
Time vapourises all in its sedate burning Petri dish
Healing a heart is my life-time
Unhealed wounds yet none their crime
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