Shattered on the floor
Few sparkling glass pieces
Each has its own story
Yet the same feeling
Afraid of sharing
Hidden in the deep dark
Away the sight ,
so eerie,with no spark
With the four walls around
Years and years passed
No one could see them
Barely got touched
On the other side of wall
Was a different story
Someone was waiting
To change the fate
A streak of light
Far from the sky
Took some pains
To make a way
Startling through the roof
Moving away the dust
Chiseled out the air
Touched the faces of those
Just touched a corner
And activated all the particles
Up and down , left n right
Kindled the dormant enery
Gave a new birth
To all those pieces
As the prismatic light
Was scattered all around.
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Poetry is the expression of our feelings,our pent up agonies and what could be the precise expression than this piece of yours.
I used to write a lot of poetry and this reminds me of what I used to write – love it!!
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