Emergence of the Prismic Soul

Frail is my soul,
Liken to a glass,
Shattered to pieces,
I stay in dark,
Away from the perfect,
Fearing the judgement.

Little did I know,
Off I step in light,
And bright will I shine,
Prismic rainbow,
Vibrant shattered pieces,
Kept in dark, thought of sin,

Is the showpiece, I am.

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VISHNU DILEESH

Ex-Startup Founder | Psychology Student | Software Engineer | Writer | Aspiring Social Entrepreneur