Broken

Everything is meant to be broken;
hearts,
dreams,
homes,
realities,
and even the darkest nights into
the first light of dawn.

Prescription

I have a broken heart,
a weak heart,
a barely beating heart.

Knowing this,
the doctor prescribed
poems about you.

Twice daily, he said,
two lines before dinner,
and a few words
before bed.

After a week of writing,
my heart has stopped
missing beats.

namak, svād-anusār

lauṭte vaqt bāzār se thoṛā namak lete ānā,
un ke jāne ke bād zindagī phīkī paṛ ga.ī hai.