In my Search
In my search for an ideal place
I created hundred different spaces.
Or perhaps
Those spaces created
Hundred different versions of my soul;
Or perhaps
My soul is now
Divided into hundred different places.
Hundred different pairs of eyes
Now stare at me from a distance.
I didn’t find that place
Neither can I unite my soul.
Dofolo
WOWWWW !!!!!.. I loved this one.kept on reading till it became blurred.
ReplyDeleteI love the poem..... great!
ReplyDeleteThanks Jomar
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