My precious shop <br />Ye Olde Antique <br />priceless, fragile, exquisite- <br />I thought. <br /> <br />Till you barged in.. <br /> <br />And swept away the <br />distant past I guarded <br />passionately. <br /> <br />The blue ming vases <br />treasured keepers of pain. <br />Shattered. <br /> <br />The perfect figurines <br />masks preserved for ages. <br />In smithereens. <br /> <br />Crystal, glinting <br />a thousand reflections of <br />memories. <br />No more. <br /> <br />Astounded. Shorne <br />of my prized treasure <br />I wonder - <br /> <br />Was that a deadweight <br />Suddenly lifted away? <br /> <br />Freedom. <br /> <br />No more do I <br />have to tiptoe inside. <br /> <br />No more do I <br />have to caution another <br />who approaches. <br /> <br />No more. <br />Inside. <br /> <br />With the freedom <br />comes the <br />Insanity of letting go. <br /> <br />I shall have to keep you. <br />To remain insane.<br /><br />Usha Pisharody<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bull-in-a-china-shop/
