Separation Poem by HARSH OZA

It is so easy to apply
Peanut butter on bread,
But try an separate them out
They will break down to chucks.

It is so easy to place
A brick and make a wall,
But try an separate them out
They will break up to sand.

It is so easy to make
New friends at school,
But try an separate them out
They won’t be able to swim
The oceans of life.

It is so easy to be
A parent of a child,
But try an separate them out
They won’t survive
Just breathe-in and breathe-out
There rest life.


In vigorous pain
Toxic ting the blood,

Y a sudden departure
‘life was a merry song’

Crucifying the happiness
As if it never existed,

A wish that say’s:
‘a little more you could have lasted’.

Insecurity battling
With internal cries,

Y you had to start
‘if leave us in the mid-race’.

It’s so difficult to digest
The shock of this war,

And darker are
‘shadow of feature behind’.

What a judgment this is..?
And whose the jury behind it..?
And what’s the measure that
Works behind our relation meter..?

With a little words to flow
Promising our self
“Won’t I ever love..”
“Won’t I ever be attached…”
Because the pain of separation is a
Millionth multiple to
The joy of being one…..