Broken Toys
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Since murdered alas
By those who trampled over our room
And that Prince among men
Mohinder Singh Bedi,
would both have wept
had they been alive,
as we do now,
to see that shattered mirror
Those broken toys
lying strewn in a room
that witnessed many joys,
where Begum Akhtar’s haunting wails
sheltered mysterious tales
that we had heard and passed on.
In that fractured room
where so many dreams were spun
where poems were sung
and laughter heard
where tears were shed.
Those broken toys
That splintered bed
that mirror on the wall
The gloom, the deathly pall
they tell it all. |