Glass may be broken
Pieces may be lost from love token
But it is not complete story
There lives behind unknown glory
Little with for restoration
To live for strong relation
Hand in hand and breath to breath
Total devotion till the arrival of death
Neither broken pieces are not important
Not the number of reflections seen instant
It is feeling that is spread over
See it your self from pieces you cover
Wind has blown
But together not completely flown
It was fault of our own
Now it has become known
Life is to be loved
It is to be fully honored
Its sanctity must be restored
To its original position and adored
Glasses are just reminder
As one you look and act spell binder
When blown into pieces
Crease ripples and tease
Wish it not to happen
Take care for its perseverance even
It requires proper "handle and care"
Once broken then may lead you no where
Sarah Russell, Fatima Bhanu Rashid and 2 others like this. Fatima Bhanu Rashid True.....life is as fragile as a piece of glass...lovely poem.. 5 hours ago · Like
Very nice I like it Senise QuinnLess than a minute ago Really nice somethings are not meant to be broken
Glass may be broken Pieces may be lost from love token
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Jen Walls Thanks for reminding me how important it is to keep Divine love in tact in the hearts of everyone. Hasmukh you have written an interesting piece and you make me happy to read this from you! Thanks very much! 2 hours ago · Like