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The Soul Of My Heart

Sep 30, 2022
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By Shreya Ghoshal



Sometimes, I feel so sad

There seems to be no one to share my feelings bad.

There is no one to laugh with…no one to giggle.

No one to scream with ….no one to jiggle.

Oof my life with so much of tear and fear.

No one to enjoy, no one with whom I’ll be an alloy.





Suddenly my soul hissed, ‘’hey are you there?’’

I tentatively asked, ‘’Who is this?’’

Again, a noise hissed, ‘’I am the soul of your heart,

I am the one with whom you sit and the day you start.

What happened my child?

Is it so much wild?

Try to tell me the reason of your cry.’’

I then busted myself out,

And dusted all my anxieties and all my doubts.

‘’Tell me my soul, I asked”

‘’Am I so bad? Nothing goes with me right,

Is my future really bright?

If no one is with me then how I’ll start my life?’’


“Who said there is no one with you?’’, My soul asked.

‘’Okay, so why don’t we play a game?

So, guess……

Who stands with you?’’ I said, ‘’me myself’’.

‘’Who thinks as you?’’, ‘’me myself’’.

‘’Who shares your feelings when there is none?

‘You’, the only one!!!

So, if you are with you then why are you upset?

Make all the negative feelings like a wonderful sunset.

If you are with all but not with you,

You are not going to enjoy, not going to know.

How the people love you,

Making you feel like the only you.

Why are you making your life so drab?

Go there where you longed to be.

Find the happiness around,

Don’t be so swoon, don’t be so frown.


And when you’ll do so, you’ll find all are with you,

Saying…Be the best! Be the real you!


Then, in a flash, you’ll realize….

You are in the sky, to fly high




By Shreya Ghoshal




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