Once two broken hearts met,
One was melting,
The other cracking.
One was trying to let it go,
The other trying to hold it together.
As melted heart embraced the cracking one,
They glued and bloomed into one bigger heart,
One that could hold and brew universal love.
Once two broken hearts met,
They scratched and peered into each other’s wounds,
They watched and soothed it, until they healed,
And thus was found the elixir for eternal love.
Broken hearts are gilded gold,
They share a deeper past,
A vaster present, A firmer future,
They have learnt it firsthand.
Not in stories, not in love ballads,
But in prayers, hopes and tears.
Broken is braver, brighter, bigger,
A loser enjoys the most, win overs.
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Shashikala Sasidharan
An interesting conceit; an aesthetically satisfying literary work.
Lovely, full of light poem!!!
Intriguing… Beautiful!
Interesting take..loved it