Bull In A China Shop Poem by Usha Pisharody

My precious shop
Ye Olde Antique
priceless, fragile, exquisite-
I thought.

Till you barged in..

And swept away the
distant past I guarded
passionately.

The blue ming vases
treasured keepers of pain.
Shattered.

The perfect figurines
masks preserved for ages.
In smithereens.

Crystal, glinting
a thousand reflections of
memories.
No more.

Astounded. Shorne
of my prized treasure
I wonder -

Was that a deadweight
Suddenly lifted away?

Freedom.

No more do I
have to tiptoe inside.

No more do I
have to caution another
who approaches.

No more.
Inside.

With the freedom
comes the
Insanity of letting go.

I shall have to keep you.
To remain insane.