How shall I now ease?

The storm that's raging,
The volcano that's about to erupt,
My heart is now corrupt.
You were it.
The cause, before and after,
And now, I alter,
The details of my life. 
My heart breaks a little,
For it is very brittle. 
You weren't supposed to leave,
Now, how am I supposed to heave the broken pieces?
This poem won in Instagram Weekly Contest held by @delhipoetryslam on the theme 'Breakup'


  • Very beautifully penned!

    Naiela Omer
  • Great work !!!!

    Pavithra Prabhu

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