The House Called Soul

Love, a lonely house
amidst the ocean of dejection
waves come and go
just like heart beats, slowed,
lonesome island
a garden of sadness
stars and moon at night
shine silently on
every morning is a sad morrow
and the shadowy sun splits
rains of silver arrows of despair

by Daisy Pereira

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Irrespective of all these adversities life is beautiful. A beautiful poem and it is meaningful.