Glass May Be Broken Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Glass may be broken
Pieces may be lost from love token
But it is not complete story
There lives behind unknown glory

Little with for restoration
To live for strong relation
Hand in hand and breath to breath
Total devotion till the arrival of death

Neither broken pieces are not important
Not the number of reflections seen instant
It is feeling that is spread over
See it your self from pieces you cover

Wind has blown
But together not completely flown
It was fault of our own
Now it has become known

Life is to be loved
It is to be fully honored
Its sanctity must be restored
To its original position and adored

Glasses are just reminder
As one you look and act spell binder
When blown into pieces
Crease ripples and tease

Wish it not to happen
Take care for its perseverance even
It requires proper "handle and care"
Once broken then may lead you no where