BROKEN

BROKEN



Broken are your promises
And broken is my heart.
Broken is friendship even
Before our love could start.

Dreams are broken before their
Image could be coloured.
Reeds are broken before their
Sweet music could be heard.

Broken is my carefree sleep
To which I had been lulled.
Broken is my very soul.
My whole life is annulled.

Shall spring ever visit me?
Shall roses be fragrant?
My own heart has betrayed me.
Why is love petulant?


* Written in abcb, 7-6-7-6 format


M C Gupta
1 March 2008