A part of this poem
is broken
a part is torn
a part is missing.
It stands forlorn
helplessly
begging me
to make it happy.
I hold it gently
the fragile thing
close to my heart
taking care to see
it doesn't fall apart.
With it besides me
I patiently,
explain the strange
workings of
destiny
and why sad
it must be.
Way to go Sarika !!
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