Who has maimed you, sweet heart, <br />You are too calm and silent to be soft, <br />Someone used your wrong as the tools, <br />To lock your mouth to detain your soul, <br />To let you dry on the hot bed of coastal sand, <br />To bake your deeds boiling of watery participants, <br />Once evaporated, you may be the delicious cake, <br />Not to be eaten, but have to be cooled, <br />Keep yourself silent not moving of position, <br />Icing of kind rose petals, garnishing of witty nuts, <br />You are ready to be served, once you realize, <br />All your wrongs are taken as the tools, <br />To maim and retreat your soul.<br /><br />veeraiyah subbulakshmi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/maimed-soul/
