The Broken Toy!



Broken toy,
There was she crying and lying on the floor
For the just broken toy.
Since she was born,
The only theatrical and musical play 
She had was that!!!
In her dwell of broken walls 
And torn ceiling,
She found the affection in a corner
And dig downed her happiness 
In the impaired tissue.
The only brightness of the day for her
Was a beam through the pane,
And the only moon for her 
was the rural sound of waves.
The only vision she was promised 
Was through her knickknack.
And the only staunch support
For her was the white cane.



Meet me, Devyani Deshmukh, holding a master’s degree. coffeNwords is a platform where I am expressing myself through poems. Though they are work of fiction, they are words of my heart. Whenever I am stuck at the issue of life I run for a mug of coffee and with the coffee that tune comes into my mind. The tune that urge me to pen down myself.


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