Broken things

She wandered in the crowd 

Still found herself alone

While everything is fake,

Her smile too was one 

Tears blocked in her eyes 

With dimples on her cheeks

The reality is far away different from what is seen.

She always had a reason to make them smile

But never got a reason to make herself fine.

All above the droughted land 

She tried fixing her pieces 

But then she knew broken things still have some cracks left in them 

Which can never be fitted