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Solidarity of souls

Oct 18, 2022
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By Kriti Rathi



Wandering in this vast sphere

Passing faces similar & unknown

Moving on, loud voices I hear.

Amidst the crowd, I stand-alone

From the hustle of life

An isolated place, I reckon

To reflect within

The struggles and strife’s

Oh! How can one all alone endure?

Within head sunk in and heart broken

I detest continuing superficial relations.

Why do I need to fake, against my will?

Listening to my call, is there a

Creation of God for help?





Soon I astonishingly see

An angelic body drawing nearer

Stretching their hand out with a smile,

With time, he grows dearer

Walking alone the tough and smooth terrain

He knows my heavy heart

How beautiful is this thread

Stitching a new beautiful start

He makes me sing beautiful songs

And are all ears to my sad tones.

Backing my morale, making me strong

Our lie curves its story on the stones

Well aware of the essence of relations;

Trust & understanding, he wants to implant,

Observing my hidden turmoil.

Out of the million, they want to

Connect as one,

With a silent promise of being there,

To weep and have fun together

Making each other dance with gaiety

A rapport nourished with love and care

Wearing memories every time you meet

The angel plays a definite role,

Of, knowing you’re very surface and soul

Hence a bond is created for.


A timeless treat!!



By Kriti Rathi




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