the coffee mug just broke,
Is mimo the one to blame,
no, I dont think so
who's mimo,
well he is just a cat,
well, it must be my callous mind then,
always indulged in something
or the other,
that's what my mama would have said,
but the coffee mug is broken,
does it matters how,
I will join the the pieces,
with fixit ofcourse,
and I know it will be fixed,
what!
a scar,
of course it will remain,
no, there's no remedy to that,
time!
does time heal all?
1 comment:
"rahiman dhaaga prem ka , mat todo chitkaye, toote se fir na jude, jude gaanth pad jaye"
once rahimdaas ji told this and ages after that came pholomel ... your poem reminded me of this "doha" ... excellent stuff... [:)]
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