#mosaic #wod

Poems are mosaics ,
Made of broken pieces of heart.
It's plethora of crestfallen,
Who made it apart.

Where the world is mute and calm,
And ink runs through it's veins.
They've left across its broken heart,
With the typewriter in it's brain.
With all the stories that it's penned,
But closed the heart before it's end,

Eventually broken pieces
Leads to a fresh starts.
With an evolving story,
A metamorphosis --
creating a new reflection of it, that lasts..!
©@divyamukharjee