A broken plate and a broken dream
Sit on the glass table
With wooden legs.
A little girl with guilt burning in her chest
Head hung low,
Looks at the ant with its bread.
A mother, a brother
A disappointed painting of a grand mother
Look down at the girl and her neck.
This moment repeats in the head
Of a big little girl with her neck so straight
But eyes, they remain closed
To a world that is beyond the walls
Of a yellow house with brown doors and a blue hall.


Copyright ©Devika Todi. All rights reserved.

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