The bangles were great, lovable they were;
Appreciable their dedication,
Yet tough they were.
Lovable they saw her hand;
Affection they developed,
Yet tears fell in the sand..
On her hand, they craved to be;
Beautiful the world would be,
Hands broke them easily!
Broken Bangles-dont dream;
'How can we?,' they asked
No answer had she, she broke them apart!
Ornamental mind, she perhaps has;
'She cared not of our heart'
Bangles, mutter, 'don't we have heart?'
'We still dream to be her ornaments;'
Haplessly they dream-just dreams they are,
Bangles broken dont live, unfortunate they are!
- Puneet Ghanshani