The Dark Soul :Poem


written by Shreya at in category Myownpoems with 2 Comments


Oh! This pain is too much to handle,

Its piercing through my heart like a sting of serpent,

The pain is unbearable,

The rubble of my dark memories haunt me,

The curse which was bestowed upon me,

Kills the soul of mine.

The heart which was once red,

has turned black.

The eyes once sparkling has turned pale.

The body is filled with pain and remorse.

She, once loved moon,

All now she sees is darkness with no ray of hope,

She wants to leave her body and enlighten her soul,

She wants to be loved and loving again,

She wants to grow, love and recover,

She wants to be girl again,

But her pain is stronger,

Its taking over the broken heart and making her cry

She is hurt and broken

The turmoil of uncanny events is making her weak inside

She has now become a dark soul

She has no faith or fate

She is a broken soul with unsettled crave.

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Comment by Mohit

Rather than ending up in dark, let's give a hand of hope to those who cannot get out of darkness ...

Life is ONCE and for ALL, why waste such a great opportunity provided by GOD ... lets utilize to kindle the darkness of others ... maybe that can enlighten our darkness too ...

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Reply by Shreya

It always takes courage to come out of darkness...we should even tell other people for not putting others in darkness. Every life is a gft no one has a rite to destroy it be it their or others. We are god's beautiful creation and so is our heart.

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Comment by Akhil Premji

Well done Shreya The story of a blind girl :in MORAL STORIES There was a blind girl who hated herself just because she was blind. She hated everyone, except her loving boyfriend. He was always there for her. She said that if she could only see the world, she would marry her boyfriend. One day, someone donated a pair of eyes to her and then she could see everything, including her boyfriend. Her boyfriend asked her, “Now that you can see the world, will you marry me?” The girl was shocked when she saw that her boyfriend was blind too, and refused to marry him. Her boyfriend walked away in tears, and later wrote a letter to her saying: “Just take care of my eyes dear.” This is how human brain changes when the status changed. Only few remember what life was before, and who’s always been there even in the most painful situations. Life Is A Gift Today before you think of saying an unkind word– think of someone who can’t speak. Before you complain about the taste of your food– think of someone who has nothing to eat. Before you complain about your husband or wife– think of someone who is crying out to God for a companion. Today before you complain about life– think of someone who went too early to heaven. Before you complain about your children– think of someone who desires children but they’re barren. Before you argue about your dirty house, someone didn’t clean or sweep– think of the people who are living in the streets. Before whining about the distance you drive– think of someone who walks the same distance with their feet. And when you are tired and complain about your job– think of the unemployed, the disabled and those who wished they had your job. But before you think of pointing the finger or condemning another– remember that not one of us are without sin and we all answer to one maker. And when depressing thoughts seem to get you down– put a smile on your face and thank God you’re alive and still around. Life is a gift – Live it, Enjoy it, Celebrate it, and Fulfill it. Author Unknown

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Reply by Shreya

Thank you sir. This is a very beautiful moral that you have given us all. Life gives ua new meaning and we should respect that . The disability of others is not a boom for us.

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