A Withered Soul…

She was a blossom,

Born to flourish.

Full of sweet nectar,

Each bough would nourish.

Her arms were swaying,

With the soft breeze.

She sang a song,

With the golden trees.

But how she withered,

On the stalk.

The winds were blustery,

Having a loud talk.

Gradually moldered,

Her tears were shed.

Laying on the soil,

Now rotten and dead.

Her dreams got shriveled,

The sky was dusky.

Clouds with gloomy faces,

And the wind was husky.

Will she ever return,

As you come back.

Oh, how bitter you were,

Love that you lack.


Published by: Prachi

Hi!! I am Prachi. I am from Delhi, India. I am a student of Chemistry, pursuing graduation in Chemistry from University of Delhi. Besides academics I have a profound interest in writing. Writing gives me a special kind of happiness. Healing Words is a medium for me to share my personal feelings and ideas. I write what I feel. Here I have posted my own writings. I also love to sketch, draw and do photography. My work has been published in three books. You may checkout my published work on https://ahealingwords.wordpress.com/published-work/ . Besides this, I am a member of "Moiramor Magazines". On November 9, 2020 I got a chance to speak up on Creativity and Innovations. It was a meeting with the students and professors of Yorkville University, Canada through a video meet. You may know more about it on https://ahealingwords.wordpress.com/video-meet-with-yorkville/I have a page also, on Instagram as @_healing__words_ . I will try my best to write more and I am looking forward to more such opportunities.

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