A Piece Of Glass Poem by Abdulrazak Aralimatti

What seemed me a piece of class,
Now appears a piece of glass.
When materialistic sense was high,
I didn't understand this great lie.

And now the spiritual sense on mirth,
The sense of truth has taken birth.
What value is humanity and spirituality,
I now understand its true quality.

No worth has the white and yellow,
When the caged flies away like sparrow.
What seemed me a piece of class,
Now appears a piece of glass.