sanjukta sengupta


A Broken Heart - Poem by sanjukta sengupta

A broken heart is the worst illness of all.
It makes you bitter.
It makes you pine.
It makes you cranky.
It makes you crawl.
And like that is not enough,
It also makes you deny all this stuff,
That you think doesn’t exist,
But in fact they should have been the things you should resist,
When you are falling head over heels,
Oblivious to the way the impact of the fall feels.
Cause there can never be a bed of roses when you hit the ground,
Only unidentifiable bits and pieces of you and blood all around.
And then you just can’t stop asking, “why me? ”
Ignoring everyone else’s tears that join yours in the sea.
It’s commendable that people still want to put themselves through,
A love story with a ghastly ending like me and you.


Comments about A Broken Heart by sanjukta sengupta

  • Allemagne Roßmann (2/8/2010 6:23:00 PM)


    It makes you bitter.
    It makes you pine.
    It makes you cranky.
    It makes you crawl.

    Overall analysis of a broken heart or be its enunciation.
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  • (12/15/2009 8:21:00 AM)


    There are so many mute 'Why me? 'stories around that you will be amazed if you could read the mind. Well done. (Report) Reply

  • (12/11/2009 1:12:00 PM)


    Heartbreak comes in all sizes (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 11, 2009

Poem Edited: Saturday, December 12, 2009


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