Poetry · Us

Silent Wish

The scattered things
over the place
And I am looking at them
just thinking
As my soul is scattered
As myself is scattered
Broken away
With no harm
Into pieces.
I have no value
Anyone can come
with their own wish
Take a piece of mine
and throw it away
on the floor
and make some more pieces
Now who will collect these?
I am waiting for someone
To collect me,
Take me away
and just say, “I am with you…”

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