The Scar

a poem by Sathya N K

Nay not I know it would pierce so profound,
till that, keeps haunting.

Still that heart’s so pure,
Jostle gently back, with bunch of flowers.

Making sure no harm arise
Yet, putting across the message, crystal clear and wide.

Not able to recall any more
Please leave me alone.

It takes years to build one
Just, a few seconds to raze.

Wakefulness arise
Only when, the melancholy lingers.

When on hand the significance, sightless
When its lost, the true value is sensed.