Watery eyes with emotions pouring down.
The skin getting rougher from all the sides.
Beauty was losing its age slowly,
love had gone but the
life yet to end.
The songs played had no melody,
sarcasm was in all the questioning eyes.
This was not the only misery,
the cast of past shadow where still not slimming away.
The song of the unknown routes of life,
the silky sloughed emotions
and the sulky heart was still pouring,
down all the way till feet.
The story of broken heart,
Is long to be heard.
It’s the soul which matters,
and yet body made to suffer.
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