Broken glass
Holding broken glass is as useless as,
Counting sands and stars.
It's a sign of melancholy.

To assemble, To shape, To paste, and
To fix all the broken glass pieces.
But it shows their scars,
And it remembers their wounds.

It can't be stitched, can't be saved,
It can't be mended, can't be joined,
But it can be recycled, reformed
by magical fabrication.

Leave all the painful process.
Make a kaleidoscope and
keep all the broken glasses.
See the magic of colorful shining.

Dr.Marysuresh.