The Secret Scar

By V G Sathve

Deep beneath my secret scar Unhealed pain reside after every war Still my Laughter shine like sparkling star Sprinkling sweetness of a jam of jar Buried within these deep mines Fierce needles poke like pines Worries written within fate frown lines But smiles ferment fine like old wines

Tattooed writhfully by betrayal of trust But fragrance of my humour in winds of gust Iron of courage that can never rust Rising mightier and giving back with all my best Healed pain a momento to treasure Unhealed pain u gear up with pressure Your impacts only positively they measure The beauty in every pain I admire with leisure Like Harry Potter, this scar weaves magic Powers to encounter anything tragic Trapping the troublemaker strategic Patience to conquer with pure logic Appears as this fresh blossoming rose The scar might be actually a thorn which pose To stick with you forever it chose The grief slumbering around it froze

By V G Sathve