Holding With Tears
It was a fine porcelain washroom art,
ravaging time broke the pieces apart.
Water from faucet still flows,
clings to smashed frame of friend close,
just like I hold with tears my broken heart.
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2024
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