In time I leave fragments of me
In time I live only fragments of me
In anger, dies fragments of me
Memories, they bring back fragments of me
In hate I always loose fragments of me, And
Love tries hard holding together fragments of me
I was born as a whole and fragmented in time
I am fragmented by being who I am
I can whole back only by being who I am
‹ Why?
Categories: Free Verse, Poetry
Acknowledged 
Vinod Narayan 
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