And broke the rear view mirror.
I hadn't realised then
But later I realised
That many things had broken
When that mirror broke.
No bones, thankfully
I assure you.
First to break was my heart
Shedding tears over the mangled 'beast'
The cracked shard with its thousand pieces
Driving through the riff.Also broke with it
Memories of many a pretty face
Glimpsed though for only a fleeting moment.
It also broke my wallet
And I am already broke!
PS: Post no. 101 :)
3 comments:
dil ke tukde tukde??
why so sad???
broken bike=broken heart.
i know, ask me.
by the way, poetic prose, or was it just something that defies a classification?
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