AUTUMN BLOSSOMS: POETESS SARADA WRITES, BROKEN STRINGS...

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AUTUMN BLOSSOMS:

POETESS  SARADA WRITES,

BROKEN STRINGS...

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Broken strings
a mindless puppet. .I am
walking aimlessly

lifeless thoughts
lurking in the
recesses of the
cold...dark corners
talking
about how my
bones shall burn to dust

my tears that ran
as blood along my veins
has now ceased

blood drips
through all cuts
slips through my fingers
stains the paper blue

behind the walls
of this body,
if you dare to see,
lies a pool of dark universe
slowly pulling me
swallowing me

I still stand at the
boundary
between Light
and Dark...
a mindless puppet
I am

BY

POETESS SARADA

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Copyright (c) Sarada

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NOTE:

The above poem has been reserved for a translation to Malayalam language by Poet WILLIAMSJI MAVELI