O my soul! Where is thy gentle healing touch
That caressed me.
Why do I feel so dry?
Like a dry log that has been put on life’s pyre
To burn and burn....
Warm ashes, now left to become cold,
To be scattered with wind of time-
Pinch by pinch....
Lost are thy soft footsteps of love
That guided me.
Stripped of your light
Moon and stars plunge in darkness.
All went astray but a dull aching memory.
It carries on…
Receding in Chaos.....
O my soul! Will you hold on to it?
Savita Tyagi
Note: The above poem was published in a anthology ‘ One Step At A Time’ by the Group ‘Poets Unite Worldwide’. publisher- Fabrizio Frosini.
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