Scrambled

Scrambled

The fertile one has been broken,
its remnants lie splattered-
like the broken morale of a defeated
team and lying in ruins like
the spirit of a broken dream.

The shield, the protective white
has been stripped of its nobility
while the yolk of potential
has been spilled for all to see, to ridicule,
to mourn.

Together, the broken ones have
been mixed into one
indecipherable blob- potential,
youth, fertility all lost in
the heat of a hurried breakfast
pan.

The complexities of
wasted youth, lost potential,
mistaken worth all rendered
helpless in the simple plate
of a hungry man.

 

by Shiksha Dhedha