BROKEN

       

 

a few pieces of a glass vase, a few glass bangles, a chain..

a pair pf high heels, marching through a lane ..

these r the things that hurt me so..these r the things, broken a while ago..

 

a few strands of black hair, the longest grown nail,

The pretty silver bracelet, that was bought on a sale..

These r things which hurt me so..

These r things broken a while ago..

 

a beaded neckpiece, a pink school bag,

a cute little toe ring, a school captain tag,

These r the things.. Which me hurt me so..

these r the things.. broken a while ago..

 

a blue shimmery hair clip, with earrings to match,

a gifted silver belt, and a door without a latch..

These are the things that hurt me so..

These r the things broken a while ago..

 

 

 

These things were broken, never mend

Still I tried fixing them, I tried to tend..

Till I realized about more important things,

More important than beads, clips n rings…

 

A love filled heart, a thought filled mind,

A caring nature that one will never find..

These r the things that r broken now..

These are the things more important now..

 

My “so-much-trust”.. my “so-much-faith”..

The incompetent belief in my mate..

These r the things that are broken now,

These r the things more important now..

 

 

 

 

 

As we grow up we realize, things that broke were close to the heart,

We learn to live without them; we learn to stay apart…

The hurt has now healed, on my heart that tender…

The broken heart has now been mend,

Its only my high heels that ill remember!!!