Like the brilliance
a shower of broken glass;
Like the riot of colour
at the peak of spring;
Like the music of a hundred
different birds, sounding together;
Like a pleading cry of an
unloved child
And the desolate heart of
a lonely lover
And a whispering look of an
unwanted pup...
I see myself shatter
blowing my fuse
exploding into a million pieces
deep inside - We
Usha, 11 March '84
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exploding into a million pieces
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wow! loved dat master stroke!!!!!!!
Nice and as said above the last two lines bring out the pieces we are made of , inside, deep inside !!!!
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