Blackened Heart

Her soul was grimed
covered with layers of betrayals
and her beliefs
pierced with scores of sores,
and her implored self felt
that trust and love were nothing but
brittle words scattered on the floor

She didn’t know
but somewhere down her blackened heart
love still thrived
waiting patiently to see
her share of daylight
and no grunge could eclipse her hope
and that love waited

for the clouds to erode
She called it life
and her love- a paradox of a living soul

Copyright © Shantanu Baruah

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