I may look broke,

I have mended myself like a number of times..

like a broken anklet,,

I make a feeble sound,

unknown to ears that are familiar with my face..

like  a broken string I kept breaking away,

twitching my inner peace of mind,

but, I just remained a piece of decor in anyone’s life.

all I did was shine bright, amidst my dusted roads…

like a fluorescence lighting up the whole world around me,,

but still left to remain close to those feet, than their hearts.

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