By Praviraj

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I bought a bottle of glass, and called it ‘love’
I kept it on my shelf called ‘life’
Then I bought a plant and called it ‘happiness’
I filled love and watered happiness
Someone broke my love
I took all the pieces of love and kept in life
But happiness dried out soon
With hope I tried to fix love
but hope gave up
With time I thought happiness will grow back
whenever I searched for love in life
I cut my hand red
People asked me about the scars
I told them it was chaos
Hope didn’t bring back my love
and with time chaos grew
I took all the  pieces of love and kept it in pain
I asked destiny to bring back love
Hope and destiny told me love doesn’t belong to me
So I decided to fill life with faith
and then I found compassion
And in time I found myself…….

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About the Poet

Praviraj belongs to the 2008 10th Standard batch of Amrita Vidyalayam, Kuthuparamba. He has completed B Tech from College of Engineering, Thalassery in 2014. He is currently working at Qatar. He pens down his thoughts at www.thedevilsopinion.com/?m=1