Rendezvous with the broken mirror,
melancholic as it may look,
shades of sorrow on every shattered piece,
tragedy of errors reflecting on them.
I piled them up in a heap so big
and made a vow to put them back
with faith and hope was what I planned
but white lies was all I had,
little did I know that the pieces were fake,
so I polished them with a bright new wish,
I tried to make them look so good
and put them back on the wall so big,
stared at it for eternal bliss,
and it showed me the moment of truth,
mended things would never be the same...
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