Mended
Like a broken vessel in the blacksmith's shop
I lay there broken and getting rusted.
I was of no use, no one stopped by
to pick me up and mend me .
Then one day when I lost all hope ,
there came a man who bought .
He did not comment on my looks ,
but lovingly He held me .
He cleaned me ,He mended me ,
He loved me though I was of no use .
He shaped me and reformed when i was deformed .
Now I stand shiny and clean ,without any blemish or scar
because my owner has mended me and given me a happy heart.
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