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Along with the race of time

My memories will run out

Of your heart ……

Like names written in the sea shore

& Will vanishes from you

Forever……..

Then I will become

Some waste bundles of sand

Lies in the sea shore bootless

Under the boots of others

But may I ask.. ..

Will you ……

Please put my name

somewhere in your heart

Can’t be erased by time

Or can’t be washed out

by strong waves

Will you …. ???

It’s a request

from a finis heart

Will you ….???

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It’s not made up of wood or metal

It’s not made by carpenter or blacksmith

It’s not made within in the factory or workshop

It’s not a renewable resource.

It is called Trust.

 

It is made up of our heart

It is made by our heart

It is made within our heart

It is a non renewable valuable fact

Yes it is known as trust.

 

Hey it is in here and there

It’s in you and me

It’s erect upon me through his words

It’s boosted upon me by his eyes

It’s escalated upon me with his promises.

 

But he broke it

Broken into pieces & pieces

Broken trust always leaves a splinter

Of shattered dreams with a Lacuna

Can’t be filled by anyone.

 

Broken trust is like a melted chocolate

Can’t be turn back to normal

Broken trust is like boiled egg

Can’t be turn back

Broken trust is like crushed grass

Can’t be turn back……..

 

Trust is also an emotion

Emerged from our heart

Filled with our blood

Don’t try to break

It is painful as pierced bullets

And will concoct the river of blood

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Please don’t break trust

Akshaya Thulasi 🌼