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Souls Die Young

A ruby heart which snapped and fell apart in 

two as it couldn’t hold the jolts of  young

lovers gone sour.

Those translucent  blue veins where once ran the

streams of ancient Nile and Ganges freely like

the fountains of voluptuous youth,

Those courses now run parched and wasted. 

On whose rocky banks civilizations of prosperity 

thrived like transient bubbles-of hope, forever in 

fears  to be drowned in the folds of the foamy 

azure shades.    

That Herculean soul now frigid trapped in gory

casket as if  a dilapidated mansion,  outgrown 

 by ferns echoing in faint voices, 

one more soul down!  

one more spirit broken!

That soul gave up on life much before the mortal

body is laid to rest in the pits of  ashen Earthen

grounds.

For Souls die young while body painfully longs 

to get old! Souls die young! 

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8 thoughts on “Souls Die Young”

  1. I guess while I’m still writing and creating, despite all that’s happened to me the past 9 years, my soul has not died young.

    A powerful poem with a powerful message.

    I particularly love the lines “Those translucent blue veins where once ran the streams of ancient Nile and Ganges…”

    1. Well your creativity has kept you going, what can be better! Dark phases sometimes rekindle the spark of creativity and bring out the best in us. Despite ordeals you are still master of wit and sarcasm.
      I always wanted to see rice Nile, it fascinated me. Guess some day 🙂

    1. Thanks Dracula, I’m glad you felt it so! Sry for late reply I just saw your comment in spam 😕

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