Earthen pots scattered A myriad of clay vessels Holding none but air
Like waves through lungs that seek not Hope in thin air travelled frail
A scent of a warmth in mind Met with chilly happenings
Fire that had burnt anew Simmered under mind’s cool ice
Strangeness perfused all in heart That no artefact could warm
Welding would not heal a heart Which fragments timeless shattered
Geetha, this is beautiful. ‘welding would not heal a heart which fragments timeless shattered,’ really struck a chord with me. Incredibly moving.
Thank you Annie. There is always a reason things strike us as well as one why people meet and bond.