Clay and knife


His priorities were so high

She got shattered all at once

He was a sharp knife

She was a piece of wet clay

Knife could have cut any thing perfectly

But not the clay

Clay needed something more gentle

At least not the knife

To shape her and let her pain dry

Helpless clay could only cry

Good night!

Yours loving

Warrior naina

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