Vera Sidhwa


All The World Was Glass - Poem by Vera Sidhwa

What if all the world was glass,
And the leaves on the trees were too,
With the sky a sheet of curved glass tinted blue?
How would the crops sprout out of the ground?
But I do not really care, for this is so rare,
And I would rather starve for beauty's sake.

What if all the cotton pods were glass,
And the sheep on the hills were also,
With glass flowers and buds all in a row,
How would there be thread for men,
To make clothes to wear and mend,
But I do not really care, for this is so rare,
And I would rather wear rags for beauty's sake.

What if all the books were glass,
And I would read blank reflections,
And there would be glass letters and no compositions,
How would there be this thing called knowledge,
Without this we would have no courage,
But I do not really know, for this is not rare,
Because without knowledge, for beauty I have no cure.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, October 31, 2011

Poem Edited: Thursday, June 20, 2013


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