A broken watch…

a poem by Sakthi Ravichandran

Is it broken when and how?
These are not from my lips
They are from the depth of my pained heart
Cause that broken watch has such value
Many good things happened in it’s life to me
It gave distinction in my studies and
It gave a lover and wife to my life.
It might be dim and shabby to see but
It worked for me for many decades
My last son and first daughter loved to wear
Such watch has broken and went for it’s rest
I stunned and broken for it’s death and
Placed as antique in the iron safe