Already I am heartbroken,
In such an occasion the broken
One is also my cup which I have
Been using for three years since
My first year when my dad gave
It to me; I had to wince
When I saw the crack on
It today; it fell yesterday,
But I noticed it only today,
What a tragedy it was!
It also added to the broken
Finger, ‘once it is broken
It cannot become normal
As of before’, so I have to be formal
In letting go of it just like a few things
I had to give up, that once made little tings;
Its color was yellow; it was a good fellow;
Whenever I wanted milk it used to follow
Sangfroid and still not being bellow,
The calcium made my bones glow
And raised me from being low,
Gave me strength to swallow
Fruits in a lump to follow
My path with enough
Energy to sough,
Also to study
Strong and sturdy.
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