It’s broken and I’m in pieces

In pieces

Prashant Shrestha

I look at the mirror
It’s broken and I’m in pieces
Without you nothing is sweeter
This emptiness is without recesses

This wait is like a drought
Under the moon, I let out a howl
This your absence has brought about
In bitterness, the sky and the hills growl

This seems like Fate’s cruel sense of humour
But I steal moments with you in my head
Spare me Society’s half baked rumours
With you joys are even sweeter made

I remain in pieces until we meet
In your arms I long to feel your body’s heat.

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