Its when I wandered why there are cracks remain when a mirror breaks...
Sitting back and thinking right
About the past to be lost from my site
Asked my friends to take me out
the ideas they can't think about
Then one just lits up like a glow
Why Dont u catch another fish in the flow
Spoilt will rot that's of the sort
New will taste better than the bort
So peace dint crossed my mind
I agreed to taste
Yet another dish Right in the haste
I pictured I imagined
The words you didn't say
And when you said good bye
Then I felt like fallen prey
Oh how could I sit right there
Pretending the charade to get clear
Running as far as I can from my fears
Lost up my mind to u I swear
Then I saw the plates of raw
Full with yummy dish with an expression of AW
The steam rising up
Mesmerising in the air and here it comes
And then there's a mistake
Unevenly happened
U felt the stake
Slapped right on my face
That am ignorant no one to bother
Beg for u to remember the time
Twice before u wander..
Broke my heart scolded me for what
I never done..still I took the pain
To take our relationship forward again
I saw the steam still messed in the air
Broke away my reverie only to see am clear
Its for someone else
Which belongs to me I felt
Then I got what I command
That's bit different what I strand
My pals laughed and said am lame
Not every photo in the menu card is same
Reality is a long way to be tame
Life will run better u realise its not a game
That's the truth I have to rely
Reality with imagination doesn't ply
And so I was taught a lesson worth
Not every thing in the world has a dearth
Its where I felt my rhythm shakes
Now very well I understand
That why there are cracks remain
When a mirror breaks...
Trust is hard earned, easily lost and impossible to fully recover. Thanks, H.O.
You've phrased poem beautifully. You've chosen the correct way to described this often mistaken phenomena. Congratulation! ! !
A poem with high penmanship nicely presented. Thanks for posting.
a poem full of good advice? of what's done is done and moving on to pastures new! ......................brilliantly penned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Creative rhyme scheme...Learned a new word compliments of your astute choice of vernacular....Dearth. Keep that pen pumping H.O.! ~FjR-'16~