Incomplete broken pieces,
She's one of it,
Sharp edges cut all,
And demeans the glow of one.

There's no Love,
There wasn't any,
Yet in her broken piece he shines!
Tarnish image has a glamour.

I wonder the combination
Of broken piece, brittle shine.
Nothing to gain,
Flooded in money.

Rush to reach,
Push to stand,
Bush of desert,
Itself green, barren for others

The relation of material
Standing at the cliff
Curious I am to see the fall.




© Amrita Chandan