GRACE.

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Grace.

 Art and Words - Marya Zohair Indorewala.

 Daraja Rabea.



She is like glass,

Transparent - so you can see through.

The more you wipe it gently,

The more it will shine.

One can observe their own reflection on her surface,

As if she is preserving your image,

Inside of her shyly,

Projecting directly what is received.

And oh, If you break it,

It shall be hard to recollect the shattered pieces.

Even if you succeed collecting them,

 And try assembling them back together,

It shall never appear the same.

A disfigured glass, displaying a deformed reflection.

Should you dare to stroke the fractured scars,

Hurt will be your own hand.”

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  1. Tasneem RangNovember 5, 2020 at 9:29 AM

    The way that youve carried out your metaphor throughout the entire poem is quite commendable! :)

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