The broken soul

Eyes are open wide, even though the
vision is not yet clear
unaware of the destination but yet determined,the soul
broken can't be repasted by any means
no one can take the glass smithereen which pierced
and injured
A single hand possible if it
is far away from the doors.
seeking for other doors to pamper it.
The blood is oozing like the water,
gushes the streams in attaining
the shape of tears which rolls the gnawing visage.
due to frustration,boundryless fence of love
Not in search of other pampering bosoms to buttoned
up once more.
The safest hand,you once thought is full of thorns now
The kindhearted soul is shuddered of everything.

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