Poetry

The Glass Jar

Crashed, it splashed on the floor

It cracked something inside me;

Sorrowfully I stared at the bits of glass

That seemed to give a vacant cry,

“Why were you so careless?”

“Couldn’t you handle me with care?”

I stared, and stared and stared,

A blank drew me apart

                                                        ~Shobha Diwakar

                                                       Jabalpur, India

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