Few scars on my face showing the struggles in the life's race. Some show honour while others disgrace. But real wounds are deep down the surface.
Few scars on my soul. Showing the time when I couldn't stand tall. Some pierced through and left inside a hole. While some others were formed when my life was out of control.
Many scars in my heart. Each showing like it was torn apart. Seems like some painful art. Or like needle makes its impressions on dart.
Life would have no meaning if it were devoid of scars because scars teach us lessons and give us experience that can't be learnt by any other way.