By Abhirami AS
I am like the skin
That never left
But was always scratched and bled
I am like the hair
That grew its love
Only to be cut
I am like the eyes
That pours its rain
Of pain and love that went blind
I am like the voice
At a loss for words
From the pain it took, to break another silence
I am like the ear
That was deaf
For another to be heard
I am like the heart,
Which was killed like a man
And shattered like a glass
But still cared yet, for another heart.