Broken men and shards

Broken men
With the shards keep poking /stabbing women
Not one but many
Every minute
Even in space
Sometimes there’s blood drawn
Sometimes just pieces of skin
Sometimes bloodless flesh
And at times nothing
The shards
Become havens of / for biodiversity
The men go on

Poking / stabbing is way of life
Peace is nowhere to be seen
Even sleep is about strife
Wars don’t need fancy weapons
No swords, no knives
Just the shards of broken men
Fallen off the panes

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About Gauri Dixit

A software professional from Pune, India, Gauri is an avid reader and writes English poetry. Her poems have been published in multiple anthologies including 'Cloudburst - the womanly deluge' and 'athe Virtual Reality'. Her poems were featured in the Poet's Corner for the E-zine 'Mind Creative' published from Syndey Australia and Learning and Creativity e magazine.

9 thoughts on “Broken men and shards


    Women are always victims. When will this social status of women upgrade itself, just we worry, but submit ourselves……


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