<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=451242" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Split and a Heart Break! ! ! !</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Playing on the flute, gently holding the instrument<br>Eyes half closed, in a trance or a kind of enchantment.<br>Oblivious to the presence of all loved ones around<br>Perhaps in conversation with someone lost, not found.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A precious soul mate, who without giving reason, forsake, <br>Could one turn so cruel, pay no heed to the heart break.<br>Love is meant to nourish and nurture and bring rapture<br>Here sat my cousin, with a soul in torment, fractured.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It’s in the genes, or an imbalance of hormones, <br>To be split in two, pronounced the neuro surgeon.<br>Knowledge has limitations… why does the spirit<br>Hover between moments of coherence, I wonder as I sit.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No one heard any sound of a cry, as tears had dried.<br>But is it humanly possible to forever hide behind a lie.<br>At times it seems there is a smile and a light on the face.<br>Giving a glimpse of what once was… illusion, no trace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mother’s eyes flicker with hope as she watches her son, <br>Awaits evil spirits departure and hug her with recognition.<br> A life of promise, gone waste... today at sixty, ravage of time<br>in and out of asylums, before spring manifest...autumn arrive.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mamta+Agarwal">Mamta Agarwal</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=451242" data-title="A Split and a Heart Break! ! ! ! de Mamta Agarwal" data-description="Playing on the flute, gently holding the instrument Eyes half closed, in a trance or a kind of enchantment. Oblivious to the presence of all loved ones around Perhaps in conversation with someone lost, not found. A precious soul mate, who without..."></div> </div> </div>

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