Broken Dreams Poem by Meena Iyer

Broken Dreams



Innocent wee little gal
Playing with her pal
With bucket and scoop
And shoulders adroop


Oblivious to sun
Having lotsa fun
Complete with the tassel
Viola.. a sand castle


Soon the tide rises
We have no surprises
Poof goes the sand
Labor of little hands


Broken hearts,
broken dreams
Whom to blame
whose is this scheme?

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