Like the brilliance <br />a shower of broken glass; <br />Like the riot of colour <br />at the peak of spring; <br />Like the music of a hundred <br />different birds, sounding together; <br />Like a pleading cry of an <br />unloved child <br />And the desolate heart of <br />a lonely lover <br />And a whispering look of an <br />unwanted pup... <br /> <br />I see myself shatter <br />blowing my fuse <br />exploding into a million pieces <br />deep inside - We <br /> <br />11 March '84<br /><br />Usha Pisharody<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-33/
