A Broken Glass | Mid Night Diary | Nikita Raj Purohit

A Broken Glass | Nikita Raj Purohit

I was standing at that broken glass,
Crying at my dying self.

Which is now a price of harsh ,
That too needed a help.

I found that glass and me the same ,
Who are broken but alive.

Both of us need a freedom’s flame,
To take us to another world, where we can survive.

-Nikita Raj Purohit

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