Broken Poem by Sakshi Walia

IT ENDED THE WAY I NEVER THOUGHT IT TO BE

HERE OR NOT YOU'RE ALWAYS HERE WITH ME.

BROKEN ARE THE GLASSES BROKEN IS MY HEART,

THOU ARE THE SUBJECT, THOU, THE ART.

PONDERING WHO'S MORE VICTIMIZED AMONG-ST US

SOON REALIZED IT WAS ALWAYS A FUSS.

MANY ARE THE PEOPLE TO TAKE YOUR PLACE,

CERTAINLY COULDN'T YOU THEY REPLACE.

IN MY SOUL STILL YOU DWELL,

YOU'RE ALL OVER ME LIKE A SPELL.

ASKS ME THE WORLD NOT TO LOVE YOU ANYMORE,

FORGET ALL THE MEMORIES OF US I DID STORE.

FOR THIS ACHE OF MINE NO REMEDY IS LEFT,

STORY OF OURS NEVER SEEMED TRUE AND DEFT.

NUMB IS MY HAND NUMB ARE MY FINGERS,

YOUR PRESENCE OVER HERE STILL LINGERS.

FEELING SO HELPLESS NOTHING CAN I DO,

BUT WAIT WHOLE MY LIFE JUST TO BE WITH YOU.

UNCONDITIONAL IS MY LOVE, ENDLESS IS MY PAIN,

I DIE EVERY SECOND CALLING OUT YOUR NAME.