Cute Little Cuvette Poem by Bashyam Narayanan

I am holding in my hand
A very clean glass piece
Which formed, even just seconds before
A part of you, the cuvette
About two inches tall
And one centimeter square glass trough
Of yours
Held all these days
Solutions of different colours
These colour intensities
Revealing us
The concentrations of
Chemical parameters we were analysing for
Thousands of colours
You would have measured
Without any murmur
Doing the same thing
Over and over again
You held nothing but colours
Blue, green, orange, red
Yellow, dispersed white
Something or the other but with colour
All in different intense
All in different shades
Acidic solution
Alkaline solution
Neutral, you did never complain
You did your job of
Helping us know
The intensity of colour
We did not care to know
How you enjoyed this assignment
We took it all granted for you
Not even once
We would have thanked you
As some of your findings provided by you
Helped us solve a range of issues
Helped us earn revenue
I talk about you today
As we lost you
Because of thoughtless act of mine
Which made you fall a height of a metre
On the laboratory floor
And you shattered
Into pieces
Including the one I am holding in hand