Broken

Why do the green leaves of the trees look yellow
In the middle of the afternoon
There is terror on the roads far away
And cracks have appeared in the walls of the rampart
The old walls of the ruined fort have become frightened
Somewhere an earthquake is about to come
Perhaps in the womb of time

This scene had never looked so colorless
The light of the moon and the sun had never looked so hopeless,
The river has started turning back
Towards its own source

The smoke has started coming down from the sky
In the womb of the chimney,
Innumerable birds have come down
Closing their flight midway
In this dry barren lake,
Why are you sad
You will get
Your share of the cold lake

Fly away in the darkness straight
To the rising sun
Don't even look back
At this desolate barren lake,
For whom will you regret
Whose hurt will you take care of
In this world changing its direction,
The organ that has broken

In someone, let him recover
With his own self-pain
Let him bear his share of depression
Let him choose some part of the lived experience
Maybe a resolution is remaining somewhere, the remaining possibility

Thank you so much for reading. Have a great day 😊🙏 @vikbuddy

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