Usha Pisharody - We

Like the brilliance
a shower of broken glass;
Like the riot of colour
at the peak of spring;
Like the music of a hundred
different birds, sounding together;
Like a pleading cry of an
unloved child
And the desolate heart of
a lonely lover
And a whispering look of an
unwanted pup...

I see myself shatter
blowing my fuse
exploding into a million pieces
deep inside - We

11 March '84

Usha Pisharody

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-33/