When people use and ditch me
Share their trauma and get their work done.
In the process they take part of my soul.
I am sad as their trauma is mine now.
But I am happy as I was some use to somebody.
I wonder will they feel part of my soul
when they use someone else next time
A very thoughtful poem Dilip. I often wonder the same about the same things, you've written it very interestingly.
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Thank you Susan.
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when somebody is labeled soulless and cruel.
ReplyDeleteMight be a poor fellow
whose soul was parted piece by piece.
Nothing is left but a hollow .