My heart is broken into pieces, scattered around
So who will fix it, who will heal it?
My heart hurts, my heart burns
like a burning furnace
My soul, which receives the blaze
stands still, gazing my broken heart
It is the soul which hurts itself
and the body lies carefree on the floor
My eyes shed tears that roll down my cheek
and the lips seem pale

My eyes are dried now
and the lips shine
My heart hath become a stone
hard, bitter and cold
My soul, free from the clutch of guilt
it recovers more and more
The body wakes itself up
my heart, my soul, none hurts or burns anymore
So who fixed it ,who healed it?
it is 'I'

© Samridhi Sahay