A glass parrot kept on the table
So feeble, so delicate
But still most precious and valuable
A gust of irritation, a moment of anger
The parrot lies broken.
The shatters of perfection flashing in a blur
Soon, the temper subsides away
The glass pieces are collected
And infinite excuses- all that is left to say
Gradually the parrot is taped back
All is right yet imperfect
The most prized possession cracked
The mended parrot-
So delicate that one touch makes it fall
Or so strong that now it withstand anything at all?
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