Brokenness
Sometimes I wonder,
Is it the brokenness
which holds the world together?
a crack that still holds parts?
Is it the brokenness that
unveils the Whole?
The imagined whole –
That never will be or
Maybe never was…
Even if the cracks give away –
Can broken pieces be
whole parts in themselves?
Or maybe broken parts
Will create a kaleidoscope
Sometimes I wonder
Is it the brokenness
that holds the world together?
What purpose does the Whole serve?
The Whole which excludes,
smugly nestled in itself
Till a crack breaks the egoistic shell
The Whole will never be a whole
Sometimes I wonder,
Is it the brokenness that
holds the world together?
Borders divide land and humans
But yet, when challenged
The humanity that rises,
Is often more than the sum
Of the broken souls
Sometimes I wonder,
Is it the brokenness that
that holds the world together?
by MADHURI KATTI
© All rights reserved 2018
unbolt me 
Borders divide land and humans
But yet, when challenged
The humanity that rises,
Is often more than the sum
Of the broken souls
Classic and true, I couldn’t agree more. You nailed it!
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Yup, she absolutely did! 🙂
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Bread is no good until you break it.
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And with friends! 🙂
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and wine, as well as beautiful music that allows conversation and laughter.
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Lovely and very deep.
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Truly, it is. Thank you for reading, Rae. 😀
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