When my statue
Experiences spasms
Broken glass plates
Combine to form hollow prisms
Within me only I tread
To collect pieces-ambitious bangles once
Grains of sorrow
Coloured beads –dormant in the corner
When circumstances go on tilting me
Inordinate designs –the inward eye sees
Design changes when beads roll
The prism plays a crucial role
I wonder over
The combinations residing in me
Sorrow multiplies to produce
A design of happiness attractive
Kaleidoscopic gift
Keeps the statue alive