By Samruddhi Jadhav
As a daughter of the father who
failed in love,
my heart is made of glass,
tinted and fragile,
it keeps choosing
an empty love
over the nurturing one,
it keeps trying
to fix something that
it hasn’t broken,
and in the process
it gets shattered into
millions of tiny pieces
and whoever tries to gather it,
bleeds in tears,
endless and unhealable…
as a daughter of the father who
failed in love,
my heart is made of glass,
tinted and fragile,
it keeps offering
an empty love
over the fulfilling one,
it keeps failing to trust
everything
that comes its way,
and in the process
of protecting itself
it unintentionally wounds
thousands of emotions
pure and gentle…
as a daughter of the father who
failed in love,
my heart is made of glass,
tinted and fragile,
it keeps hoping for the love
it was once abandoned from
and in the process
of finding that love
it only goes through
a series of promises
as empty as itself…