by shimolee sheth
Published on: May 19, 2004
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Type: Poetry

When emotions break-
I break in me.

The breaking is hard-
And there’s no one to guard.

My legs collapse-
In seconds without lapse.

My heart bursts-
With emotional thirst.

My unstable mind-
is now on the grind.

Like intellectual sense –
Has lost its essence.

Raw morbidity with its stream-
Makes my visions dim.

The fragile drops of foil-
Eliminate out on soil.

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