Pieces of My Being

Broken in pieces

I cannot count anymore

they are not sad

they are only confused

parts of a being divided

which tried to fit in

and failed miserably but

thanks to the disguises

a hundred I can take

masked my unease

for if I let a tear fall

it'll dry upon the clay

crack open my facade

and all I could but be

the sand slipping away

I fear I'll be forgotten

and yet don't want to

be remembered at all

as I know not what image

comes to their minds

when mentioned my name

or whether anything

comes at all

By Divita Barfa

From: India

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