I BID MY SOUL

Memory got consigned
In chuckle of your laugh
Or, at least hmmmm
Could have been heard
From the purity thy mouth

Perplexed the perspiration
Settled on the face
Shining ever beautiful
The trauma stamping its
Intent in bonafide stand

Even the wafty clouds
Floating along the sky
Sometimes hid the smile
Atleast it thunders
Running down the earth

In muteness of conscience
I bid my soul
Who else can keep it safe
If not thee, then who

An innocent smile
Risen from beyond.
Earlier that, which was
Called the laugh
Was just the memory
Of the dead soul