Was it the silence of my soul or
Was it the violence of my body,
That thrust me,
To a heap of hope I climbed
To a depth of despair I fell,
When I bowed my face to confess,
In front of the mirror of world.
After my mirror of life broke
And scattered the image of my body
Into pieces that pierced to my soul.

VIPINS PUTHOORAN

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