TORN SOUL

Seldom, I felt as if born

Mostly, I felt as if torn

For, I was gifted with qualms and abuses

By the world, that always amuses

But I strive even now to unite myself

Into one, by knitting my torn self

Delved into dilemmas many a time

I wonder will they ever be such clime

Where I can be a soul united

That shall live just for a moment delighted