The Soul Is On Its Knees

By Saloni Sharma

Oh, what a thought! I follow

Empty and hollow,

Yet filled with bizarre strength and sorrow.

It is not an ideal site,

An unknown phantom under the cloak of life,

Looks like a vast land without a guide,

Where the mission is to survive,

Only if the medicines are hope and time.

How a sense of touch becomes a lesson for humankind?

Is it the hardest task?

To live with a mask?

Let's not make it a never-ending tale,

Don't wait till the last exhale!

The magic of meliorism exists,

Somewhere between faith and doubt,

As we are existing like the labels of lost and found.

Still, remember to pray at night,

Only if one is brave enough, to see the magic from the other side,

because there is a guide.

"For those who said goodbye without touch"

By Saloni Sharma