Broken Pieces Of My Heart. Poem by ARSHAJ GAIKWAD

I walk on, not looking back,
At the fool, who i was,
When i knew, very well,
The problems were never solved.

And yet i did believe,
That maybe i was wrong,
If i tried harder,
To remember all the faults.

To remember,
Was my fault...

I tend to forget,
Where i started my assent,
When i was blinded by your love,
To defy all the wrongs.
As the puzzle now fits in,
Its final phase as i depart,
The things walk on ignoring,
Are broken pieces of my heart.

(to be continued...)