508 Poem by Nalini Jyotsana Chaturvedi

508



I still remember
Sprawled on the
Floor
Of My home.
Like quick silver
Many pieces
Bruised and gore
But my spirit
And my soul
Still unbroken
Diamond core
Cleansed by flames
I emerge gold pure.
Nalini

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