These fragile hearts
and massive oceans,
speak similar kind of heartaches
I think I can no more be indifferent
to what I see, I offer
to souls that pass close by.
I can now know
what it means
to be in someone's shoe.
And, I don't fit,
sometimes even in mine.
So, I borrow pain.
As it is easier to laugh in its presence.
For without whom I would not know
what 'Happy' is.
I look at them
They are carrying smiles and acts with
all the baggage and weights.
They are pieces of broken ceramics.
There are no clean slates,
but fragile hearts and distorted brains.
Sometimes, I wish I could help,
to fix them all.
these broken pieces of ceramics
into the art, they were before.
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