Mend away, my sweet Marionette…
You consider yourself an utterly broken
doll,
Like a reflective glass pane, after a
mighty fall,
Broken into many tiny shards that can’t
mend,
But it’s all in your mind, that sure can
bend!
Even an unblemished record needs to be
broken,
To produce music, as divine as the angels
woken…
You feel lonely, for you have no one to
understand;
For people are eager and raring to
misunderstand.
So, you drift by like a nomad without a
home,
Unheard, unseen, unfelt, and eternally
doomed to roam…
But there are ears yearning just for your
heart’s song;
If only you dare to break your silence of
so long;
For there is a mind as muddled and unheard
just as you,
All they need is your trust, and of theirs,
as do you!
-SriVishnudasan
