In childhood, I wonder
What’d be there in the breakdown?
Is just separation, many from single?
Oh! It’s Lovely, breaking makes more
Let’s break something, something huge
My toys were big enough to disintegrate
Succeeded to break with teared eyes
My mother wasn’t happy with my tries
Now at twenty I realized the fact
The mom’s shouting all correct
It’s easy to break harder to join
Like third side of tossing coin
Things rejoin with certain mark
The mark of endless dark
Breakdown is not a solution
Never to break the threads of relation
Whatever we get a crown
Never to get a breakdown
Don’t let anyone to break anything
And remember to
Do what your conscience think.
Like when I was young, I would actually love breaking things—like toys and all that. Kind of reminds me of those mixed feelings. At that tender age, I could find fun and excitement in breaking things, though Mom was always angry. Now that I am no longer a child, I clearly understand the wisdom in that. I felt that while it's easy to break things; putting them back brings a lot of difficulty and leaves a permanent mark. The poem teaches me that, despite all, breaking is not an answer; whether a thing or a relationship, one can't break it. It reminds me to value and maintain my connections and to follow my conscience in all things.
