Broken Pieces Poem by Avinash Nair

Broken Pieces



We are broken pieces,

Pieces of art,

Sometimes joined

At the odd cracks,

Hoping for completion.

Sometimes we are glued

To a piece so intricately

Carved, so well we gel

An illusion to dwell,

An illusion to live,

Until that one day

When we realize,

We are nothing but

Broken pieces of art,

Never the whole

But always a part,

The broken pieces of art.

Wednesday, September 2, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
David Wood 02 September 2015

We sometimes have to look in the mirror to see the person looking back. Good thoughtful poem.

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