Broken

By Rituparna Bhaduri

Friends are like lines,

They meet once and leave the other behind,

Broken and confused,

They never apologize;

Why will they?

They don't realize.

The world made the broken lines,

The ones who have almost everything in common;

Parallel, because they are never meant to meet.

The broken lines are meant to be broken,

that's what makes it sad.

Can I be a dot? Can everybody become one?

Cause lines are meant to be broken,

But nothing breaks the dots.

They cannot be parallel

Neither can they be tangent or asymptotes

They are born with one purpose

To make friends,

to not be alone.

To form lines or shapes.

And even if that line breaks and breaks until it becomes a dot;

it can find another one again.

By Rituparna Bhaduri