When the trust is broken,
And the words are just spoken:
You never give your ears on them;
It never gains the grip which's already loosen.
The words become the unknown,
It never reaches your heart again:
The thing no one can understand;
The words are just not a word-
It belongs to the epic story,
Which has the connection in past glory!
But people just smashed the bygone memory; Making their present to forget the trust's worry.
Composed by Urooba Fatima.
Aug 1, 2020
Aug 1, 2020 at 1:58 AM UTC
When the trust is broken,
And the words are just spoken:
You never give your ears on them;
It never gains the grip which's already loosen.
The words become the unknown,
It never reaches your heart again:
The thing no one can understand;
The words are just not a word-
It belongs to the epic story,
Which has the connection in past glory!
But people just smashed the bygone memory; Making their present to forget the trust's worry.
Composed by Urooba Fatima.
This poem comes off the suffering of broken trust.