Poems by
Aishwarya

Broken

a poem by Aishwarya

Broken pieces of glass,
I see lying in front of me,
And even a drop of blood that,
Stays hinged on a point,
I wonder if the blood is mine,
Though the others can’t see,
Though the glass hasn’t hurt me,
I wonder if the glass was mine,
The others can’t see,
And the glass was me.