Every morning
waking up with smile
a real or fake
who cares
deepfakes, making a trail
sunrise in agonies of dismay
who cares
setting is blue sky
breaking the cry
night approaching dusk
walks with bleeding feet
who cares
in world
of pains and griefs
a soul keeps searching
for missing beats
bits of oneself
lost in time….
who cares ?
the soul cares….
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Author:
spilleronsheet (
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Comments7
Yes the soul does care spilleronsheet.
Andy
Yep it surely does and maybe the only one who cares
True dear Andy
This must surely be among your very best to date my friend .. Neville
Thanks dear Neville
Penning straight from heart
Loving it..... living it......... good one!
Thanks a lot dear Lorna
Let your soul keep searching! Thanks for sharing.
Trying my best to let it soar, fall and run…
Hey Spiller, Long time a comeback..Waiting for your poems buddy...
Thanks Vamsi….delayed by few days and many a more but sure the words shall pour…
(Poesy's
scope for practical sincerity
unearthed
and distilled, so eloquently)
I care, dear Poet
those by your side, care
be they plenty
or mere cherished ghosts
but none of it matters
if that mirror reflection, doesn't care
'know thy self!
as being worthy
of your, Love...'
save
all your forgiveness, for yourself
first!
And that advice I shall take it seriously further by implementing…cause down the years realised that self love is a necessity….thanks a lot dear Mek
Hope you're alright dear poet. This poem is so touching, and so revelatory. Truly a sign of our times.
I am fine, thanks a lot dear Rocky. Glad you like it.
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