Isolated Soul


Amrapali R

Crisp breeze rushed

Through the leaves

Descending from the trees

For it was a sign of nature

That everything must come to an end


Kneeling down on the ground

Covered in autumn leaves

Trying to resist the tear

Rolling down my cheek

Giving me the sting

From the bitterness of life


As I ran my hand on the stone

Feeling the engraved words

I was trailed back

To the memory lane


My fingers could feel

The warmth of this presence

For his grave was the place

Where I didn't feel isolated



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