Broken are the crayons, broken are you..
but crayon still colors, then why don't you?!
Broken are the wings,
of koel that 'coo'..
still sings behind the bars,
then why Can't you?!
Broken was the seed, as Tree- see, it grew!
Persistant as it was, and so are you..
Broken who are not, are a very few..
you're not alone, didn't you get the clue?
for,
Broken is not your Last name...
It doesn't have to be attached to you throughout your lifetime..
Rather,
It is a PHASE..
Phase of breaking, and of rightly formation..
Like,
Re-breaking of bones is needed ,
which are healed but misaligned..
To stay intact,
you must know what it feels to be weak- to be broken..
Accept- 'the Fact'.
Feel- 'The Pain'- "It Demands to be felt."**
but then, RISE..
Rise- from old past, from old self and FOR yourself..
for what you are- "A Fighter"- since your birth.
You must have to come out of blue,
In order to become a drop of dew..
-Anita R.
**Quote from the novel, "The fault in our stars" by John Green..
