On my dark days, no angels can play the harp.
My shadow laughed at me, I can hear the chuckle,
and my soul got crashed with my skull.
You were there watched me suffer
You made me realized I was duffer.
It's been aged to play the mind game
Let's start again with our wild game.
Day passes by and I was lost and shuffled
No one heard my moans I cried muffled.
It's my mistake I trusted in you as my friend
Now I am so damaged, it will never mend.
I found it a miracle that I am still alive
I deserved much better to thrive.
My journey has started long back
I kept my shattered pieces on high rack.
I will never forget how you made me feel
That was not a dream but happened in real.
© Hena Ghosh
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