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raj
May 23, 2018 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

Heartbroken

few more lives in scrambled eggs
lie dead on breakfast plates
yolk and white blended as one
delighting umpteen taste buds

broken shells of healthy eggs
bereaved of their loved ones
wonder why they're only cared
as Easter eggs once a year

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Somewhere in the world, IND

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Comments

Seren

Seren

7 years 1 month ago

Dear Raj

This is a wow. I love how you leave your reader pondering the unfathomable.

I really liked this but I wanted more you know I've always been a greedy beast lol

Love and hugs Jayne x

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raj

7 years 1 month ago

Dearest Jayne

thanks for the read and encouraging comment. Means a lot..

have a comfortable day and take care..

warmly...

Rula

Rula

7 years 1 month ago

Hello friends!

dear raj... I always wonder where from do you come up with the ideas of your poems, like this one, it has some food for thought.
Always enjoyed!

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raj

7 years 1 month ago

Dear Rula

thanks for the read and your comment. Good to know it tickled your mind...
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Barbara Writes

Barbara Writes

7 years 1 month ago

Really heartfelt raj

I really felt the life of those murdered souls lol. I use to love scrambled eggs. no more scrambled baby chicks for me. Beautiful poem. You really captured the essence of a yellow chick that could have graced my presence if it had entered my path.

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raj

7 years 1 month ago

Hi Barbara

Thanks for taking time and effort to read and comment. Please don't give up your favorite scrambled eggs. This one is a sort of a satire to draw attention that we remember the martyrs only once a year on Memorial day.

warmly..
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raj

7 years 1 month ago

Thanks Lovedly

for your visit and comment
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raj

7 years 1 month ago

Thanks Lovedly for visiting

Thanks Lovedly for visiting this page again..
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gregwa8

gregwa8

7 years 1 month ago

I love hearing the

I love hearing the inspiration behind your poems. this one was definitely unsettling (the eggs scrambling, the broken shells), and even moreso after hearing your reason for writing. thanks for sharing!

gregwa8

gregwa8

7 years 1 month ago

p.s. I like the play on words

p.s. I like the play on words in the title "heartbroken," since the eggs' shells (the soliders' bodies) have been broken, and so too our hearts.

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raj

7 years 1 month ago

Thanks Greg for taking time

Thanks Greg for taking time to read the lines and between the lines...appreciated...
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