Broken Heart.

That piece of heart.
Which was once broken here and there.
Got sealed and taken good care of.

The bricks.
Was built so carefully, with lot of love and mercy.

The sunshine and the wind and the rain.
Keep on coming.
Sometimes it's harsh and mean, sometimes it's slow and steady.
But the bricks keep on building and protecting.

But, so long after.
The bricks were left to themselves.
While the sun and the rain and the wind keep on coming.

And now, the strong brick wall becomes so fragile and brittle.
Leaving that piece of heart wide open to the sun, the rain and the wind.
That break the heart, slowly and steadily, from within.

=l