Into a thousand pieces!

A beautiful vase it was -
Absolutely made of glass;
When the sun shined,
Into a lovely rainbow, it smiled;
And when the night glided by
It mocked the star studded sky!

Shimmering and glittering all over
I could never find it any sober;
So was it, bright and gay
Be it night or the day.
It brought the universe into my room
So cherished it was, I never knew!

The smooth sides and the sharp edges -
The flowery mouth and the perfect wedges...
I filled it with bright red and orange flowers;
Flowers of hope - intended to be fresh and fragrant forever
I admired, cared and nurtured it for long;
I cradled it and ran my fingers along.

Then blew the wind of unexpectedness -
It brought the vase down into a thousand pieces!
On the floor lay the crushed glass - now just a trash
Causing the very memory of it's beauty, so very harsh;
My eyes spilled, playing perfectly it's part,
the tears from the very tear in my heart!



















Should I allow the mess and memories to clear?
or should I still hold it dear?
Would it give me the same pride as when it was new?
or would the pieces cut my fingers through?
I know not the answers to any of these -
All I know is, the vase is no more in one piece!