When the soul sings

when the soul sings
don’t you think
I’m at a better place?

the sorrow you share
I may not hear, for
the grugling sound
in me is louder than
your mournings.

I may not weep,
but you know, my hands
are paralyzed and
the heart is frozen – wipe off
your tears.

and you,
who are planning
to come up with
sympathy cards later
better don’t.

I highly regard
your absence, and
So you must – pitying
in my absence is like
killing me for the
second time.

don’t you worry
If I had to say
anything at all – atleast
you had me for a while.

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