Broken Metaphor reminds of women who cry beautifully during funerals, communing with the lyrics of their souls the tragic dispositions of the human condition. The poems encapsulate the sad and the beautiful in the philharmonic of our lives. Farouk’s metaphors are like murals of beautiful birds with broken wings. The collection reads like some beautiful epitaph, or a poetic autopsy report on the causes of death of the beautiful – be it of people, or values, or landscapes.