– Srishti Magan
I look in pride on all my achievements …… but,
The medals have dulled and the certificates faded
I thought all was intact, but what wonder,
The trophy is cracked, what a blunder!!
Amidst deep slumber my hand rubs on the bed,
I wake with a start when the night shirt is caught in a crack
I thought all was fine, but I look and wonder
Oh the bed is cracked, what a blunder!
I walk to the kitchen to break my fast,
The meal was prepared lovingly, laid on a fine plate… but,
The food spills and only the stains last
The plate was always cracked, I noticed too late!’
I empty the closets, stuck on a cleaning spree
Out tumble bucketloads of treasured memories,
Amidst the nostalgic smiles, the cracked toy cuts
Even my precious games hurt, as old playthings rust!
Memories are cracked, pride almost whipped
Huddled inside, I watch in shock as my rose tinted glasses are stripped
Losing innocence at no age is right
Heck, I still feel cracks let in the right!
But what of the crack in a partner’s embrace
The crack in a mothers’ ‘pious’ love
The cracks suffered in my own rat race
Worst – the crack in my building blocks – my childhood!
I sit and wonder, spend hours in silent tears
which cracks let in light and which ones let in the fear
If reality is shaped by cracked pieces
Can the life puzzles even fit together?
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