Her Touch

Waiting
Year after year
For her magical touch
To heal all his sore open wounds
Again

Walking
All by himself
Hopelessly, Aimlessly
Bearing the weight of his demons
Alone

Wishing
She was with him
Holding tightly his hands 
Whilst he bravely fought off this world
O’ Ma!

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Sparsh Verma

Sparsh Verma is a brand strategist, vagabond, traveler & hobbyist writer finding love, hatred, truth and lies in the cacophonies of this world.

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