How I Mended Myself
When potter created me
I was flawless
Shone brightly
With time,I faded
Developed Cracks
Crushed dreams
Stinging words
Agonizing tears
Full of cracks
I lay in a corner
Useless
Waiting for death
One day,
I covered myself
with thick layer of gold
Strong and shining
Now I am beautiful, happy
19.08.2021
Copyright © Rama Balasubramanian | Year Posted 2021
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