Broken Trust Poem by Nosheen Irfan
Broken Trust
Now that trust is a cloth
Mended time and again
With patches sewn together
To keep the shape intact
Now that trust is a cracked glass
That can still hold water
But will not hold something warm
Or cold
Let's discard the cloth
And the glass
For now trust doesn't belong
To the conversations
Now trust is a used up tissue paper
Meant for the bin of memory.
Wow! Beautifully penned one! Nice ending with the line 'Now trust is a used up tissue paper Meant for the bin of memory. Congrats!
Fantastic poem. Trust is often compromised with even a tiniest breach, rebuilt (patched up) over time, re-earned. The metaphor of cloth fits in exactly.
Trust is compared to a piece of cloth which is mended time and again. Moreover the poetess feels it like a used tissue paper... Brilliant. The trust once broken can be mended but a crack remains there.
It is so beautiful poem, Nosheen! It will go to my favorite list.Let me quote, 'Now trust is a used up tissue paper Meant for the bin of memory.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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'That can still hold water But will not hold something warm Or cold' - A deep, penetrating thought. Also love the last line: 'Meant for the bin of memory.'