Was it the silence of my soul or <br />Was it the violence of my body, <br />That thrust me, <br />To a heap of hope I climbed <br />To a depth of despair I fell, <br />When I bowed my face to confess, <br />In front of the mirror of world. <br />After my mirror of life broke <br />And scattered the image of my body <br />Into pieces that pierced to my soul.<br /><br />VIPINS PUTHOORAN<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/confession-95/
