Broken Frames

Anamika Dutta

Broken pieces left here and there,

Brittle mind of yours without a care.

The paper stating our fate is now torn,

You might be glad but I’m the one to mourn.

Flashbacks, I keep getting them day and night,

Printed, now forgotten memories in Black and White,

I hold them near to my heart,

Moments that once meant something,

Now are lying in the dirt.

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