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Mar 24
I remember it was an accident,
Excruciating pain, scar,
Pieces of my body here and there.
It’s all over !!! Until she lifted me.

No purpose to live, wanted to die.
More I realised none I had, the harder I cried.
My bad!! I survived!!

After I broke to a 1000 pieces,
They changed. What ?? Praising me?
While a finger bowl, cleaned their dirt
Yet sniffed by none,
Now they are Showcasing and admiring me?

Now etching has infused scars on me,
Yet carved my purpose.
Glazing set painful burns,
Yet unravelled the beauty within.
Gold(self worth) filled the cracks of my heart.
Shaped by external pressure,
Emerged the beautiful, strong, brave bowl.

You assumed it all wrong !
I ain’t a HUMAN, crippled by his disability.
I am that transformed finger bowl
Yes “A Golden Glazed bowl”
Kintsugi changed my life! And yours ?

Lessons learnt from a “Golden Bowl”,
Remember, “Life no more a finger Bowl”!
Sneha shenoy
Written by
Sneha shenoy  21/F/India
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