Broken Shards
Chandra Dorai
A piece of green glass on the
grass,
glittered in the sunlight.
The other bits of glass were swept
away.
Not only was glass broken,
Broken were rules of cricket,
Broken was concern for a human being,
Broken was hospitality to a
visiting country,
Broken was the sportive spirit,
Broken were values
Broken was the veneer of
civilization
to reveal brutal primal instincts,
What the eye saw
was only a broken piece of glass,
not a heart that was broken
at everything else that lay
shattered
on the grass.
The only thing
that remains unbroken
is Hope.