The world that is
Broken outside
And the world that is
Shattering insideWith what shall
We mend itIs it with the hope
That's as evaporating
As a summer pond?Or
Is it with the experience
That's as thin
As a winter Lake?
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Scribblings Of Sleepless Nights
RandomA collection of my reminiscences as when I find the right words to express them. Some parts are rhyming and some are not. Some are poetic and some are prose. Some are just few words and others are long sentences. Give a read to them and enjoy, even...
Mending broken world
The world that is
Broken outside
And the world that is
Shattering insideWith what shall
We mend itIs it with the hope
That's as evaporating
As a summer pond?Or
Is it with the experience
That's as thin
As a winter Lake?