Broken... Poem by swadhin patnaik

One lousy morning, I found …..
I a lot of things have broken,
A few shattered glasses,
And a fresh breached relation.
I look out through my casement
The same things I found,
Some fallen trees and some ruined homes.
I get up from the bed and walked to the door,
In the search of the reason,
I tried a lot to entrench the broken relation
On the way,
all my hope withered away.
At last I couldn’t reach at the end point
For which the way leads to fathom,
At that time, I heard a voice,
Which was coming from a distance horizon,
Saying,
”friend”, “you couldn’t built the same things
That may be a home, or a broken relation.”