Radiance

Niharika Srivastava 

I was still a eye when I lost my vision
He sham my facade the ugliest I can envision
I was still a nose When I lost my attar
He dissent to scent me as I didn't Matter 
I was still a lip When I lost my Smile
He whooped aloud on my scream futile
I was still a ear when I lost my note
He talked inferior but I incessant to dote 
I was still a mind When I lost my cogitation
He nauseate my existence as he can't mention
I was still a body When I lost my soul
He placard the virtue that I ensoul 

1 comment

  • Brilliant!

    Muskan

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