CRUSHED

Beneath my crushed dreams
are marks of my footprints.
Under the crushed existence
are the spicy memories.
Behind my crushed persona
inherited rich heritage.
Wrapped in the crushed triumphs
are few glorious smiles.
Inside the crushed tears
are some closed thoughts.
Above the crushed shelter
are teasing sights of ruined hopes.
Carrying my crushed soul
is courage and cries of pure love.

~Alok Alamban~

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