By Krishanali Merchant
A broken piece of glass can be the creation of a masterpiece;
The glory of mosaic as loud as symphony.
Fragments of life; hues so radiant and bright,
History whispers with gleaming highs.
Mystery sustains where pieces remain,
Tapestries of time where stories prevail.
A spectrum of glass where sunlight beams through,
Blemishes highlighting every deformity.
An insight at erratic craftsmanship;
Alluring, captivating, intriguing, its own.
A narrative told in this exquisite tapestry,
Emphasising importance in every flaw
Each distortion with its own intention,
Opulent in joy and vibrant in experiences.
Adorned in blooming prosperity;
Each mosaic shard embodies an extravagant illusion.
By Krishanali Merchant
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