Broken Bangles

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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