Paper is like the heart,
Both aren't originally made of stone,
Both can easily be torn
Into red shreds,
Spilling out parchment and shades of reds,
Blacks, blue and other shades of ink,
Easily torn and shattered within a blink.

It doesn't take much effort to break them either,
The heart is as much as tearable as the paper,
And the paper is as much as breakable as the heart,
One wrong word, one unintentional slit and it shatters apart.

Water is like the heart and the paper,
It can take only so much before reducing into vapour.

You can glue back a torn paper,
You can stitch back a broken heart,
But the scars will always remain to be seen,
They can be mended but they won't be the way that had always been.

You see, it's not easy to restore them to the state in which they were before,
Love and care is what ensures their existence and they ask for nothing more.

By: Deepshikha Sain