THE LIVING SOUL ONCE LOST

How it is being a substance of pain?

Please allow me to briefly explain

It is a state of being without existence

Making one’s presence, unimportance

Can it be erased for one’s calmness of mind?

It won’t ‘cause of the forces that we have bind

That extremeness of being a living mortal

Will never let us to be, free and normal

Broken and shattered, betrayal and bad

Come on, Darling!! Don’t be pathetic and sad

Puddle of blood and tears shedding out

No, no, wait!! You’re already done with it, throughout

At times, standing o’er the mountains for peace

Thinking to bring every chaos to cease

Sometimes, standing in the huge crowd with mind’s lost

Like a standstill object which is frost

Is it the same world whom once I trusted?

Or is it the same me who thought of being adjusted?

Make thy way from the comfort zone

Bang on!! A lady is born with a throne

Mel Writes