When someone broke my heart,
One never knew one was sitting in my heart,
I am not picking broken pieces of my heart,
I am picking pieces of someone,
Shall I succeed in joining the pieces,
I think I shall,
But the spots of the joints,
Will make the doll ugly,
And the doll would not like to see herself,
In a mirror any more.
(Being misbehaved by my sweetest child)
Shaping Our Own Clay Perception Aspirations broken pieces may inspire new lives broken fits beg new interactions we need not reform scattered pieces putting together past broken bodies we are free to shape our mind figures with new who we should be perceptions Copyright © Terence George Craddock Inspired by the poem 'A Broken Doll' by the poet Akhtar Jawad. Dedicated to the poet Akhtar Jawad.
Blessing Lost Broken People With Good Hearts beauty of mind ideals noble aspirations blesses misfortunate poor with better lives blesses lost broken people with good hearts Copyright © Terence George Craddock Inspired by the poem 'A Broken Doll' by the poet Akhtar Jawad. Dedicated to the poet Akhtar Jawad.
True Beauty Or A Hard Heart? true beauty is not skin deep true beauty is deep skin compassion beauty may harbour a hard heart Copyright © Terence George Craddock Inspired by the poem 'A Broken Doll' by the poet Akhtar Jawad. Dedicated to the poet Akhtar Jawad.
This is an absolute gem........thank u, dear poet.....anjandev roy.
A very perceptive write woven and delivered by a great thinker and Poet. Wonderfully conveyed.
By examining this doll, an archaeologist of souls excavates a time of pure affection.
Thought of the poet clearly goes step by step in this poem. Appropriate Words is used in all sentence. The poem mainly keeps focus on thought. overall it was eexcellent. love u poet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
broken pieces may inspire new lives, broken fits beg new interactions