Broken and Shattered

A stern face, confident eyes,

A poised gait and mature look.

Expressions were a miss,

Making her look like ice.

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She was alone at home,

Her family unknown.

She was blamed by some,

For living alone at home.

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Does she possess a heart?

Wondered the onlookers.

Some thought she had a heart,

Made of steel, that never hurts.

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One crisp winter morning,

Changed the perceptions.

As the sky was drizzling,

And the doorbells ringing.

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A sound that she awaited,

For months together.

A call that she yearned,

To ring in her ears.

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She let a gasp of despair,

As two boxes welcomed her.

The inscriptions on the boxes,

Made her weaker than ever.

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The two men who loved her,

And whom she loved the most,

Lay in those boxes

Wrapped in  the tricolour.

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She let out a cry,

A cry that deafened the sky,

A cry that broke the hearts,

Of everyone who had one.

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Her heart of steel wasn’t strong

To bear the pain of death.

The boxes broke the strong heart

And shattered it into pieces.

Kirti V

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