Yesterday to Today, Today to Tomorrow
The Yearning of Love; Selfless Love,
never failed to leave my tormented soul.
The ever worst miseries never stopped to materialise.
The scars on the body never use up to heal.
The mends of the soul lost it’s truss.
The body is decorated with the holes of injuries,
spilling all the blood to reach the death,
comforting the pain of scars.
The soul is steeping down to lose it’s existence.
But the desiccate and tumble dry body is still there,
to my surprise, still surviving.