The Collided Soul Poem by Ponniah Ganeshan

Collided my soul
And shattered into rags
With my own contradiction
Broken and several fall
Towards perfection!

A gloomy wilderness and everywhere
Spouts of sadness
Alas! with beautiful shades
Of happiness
Yes, the whole world is made of
‘thousand sordid images
Of which my soul is constituted.

Against this world
Against this world
Let what is broken remain

And,
Let's sleep on this bed of agony
Let's sleep on this bed of agony
With the same lullaby
Till we eat our last straw
And what else, your soul, my soul
Death meant not death to all.