A torn dream
My weary soul-
And sorrow-filled head
were terrorized from the smell,
the smell of burning flesh
and shattered love.
I see a door opening
slowly but steadily
Curiosity- it gets the better part of me
And I walk in
It was her pyre burning-
with a flame hot enough to carry
her soul;
her bargained soul.
And then I wake up
From my torn dream.
- Sruthi Nair
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