Shattered Pieces

Written by: Yesha Shah

Of mere brittle glass, made is my fragile heart A Diamond needle to carve it part by part These tender tissues, sharp shrapnels pierce More than the bullets, your words it fears! Each shard shot is embedded so deep Pangs of pain making the flesh creep, On the seeping wounds, a sorrowful mind feeds Not a drop of blood flows when the soul bleeds. Devoid of sunshine, when the darkness is rampant Dreams desert as the teary eyes now vacant, Good only as long as the fake could last Rainbows and romance, now things of the past! Lessons learnt at life's very own cost Experience gained but innocence lost, A deep sigh of dismay from the innermost recesses As the delicate heart breaks into a million pieces. 7th Mar 2013