When did it seep through the deserted mind <br />That grasps the soul of youthful solitude? <br />The seeming stance that wakens bliss <br />That finds the truth that lasts in its midst <br /> <br />When did it waken the spirit of life <br />That clutches the thread of truth that bares? <br />The streaming sadness of separation <br />That rules the existence for one that rares <br /> <br />When did it sow the maze of trust <br />That raves and rants the sordid air? <br />The captured spirit of mind of youth <br />That spirals from root to show it cares<br /><br />mandara pookal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-love-bleeds/
