Shard of glass

'The single glass broke to give a million daughters

Reminding the way a heart broke

But didn't cause any pain like the latter

The pieces had flung like jet and scattered the room

In them was a piece

Large enough to get pleased 

For it still looked like the glass

The only surviving daughter of its expired parent

Still some pieces, broken and damaged, stayed together

Unlike the social animals

Who knew what unity meant

And perhaps didn't know what it meant

The girl gathered the broken pieces

And took them to her mother with trembling fingers

Expecting a scolding

For she had broken the glass molding

The mother looked at the remains

and said

It's better to see broken glass then to see a broken world'

Reviews

[Akshat♥]

Seems interesting in the starting but i felt bit bored after reading it..
familiar stuff...
You write like a kid...try to improve your writing skills in poetry
Keep writing!!

[Trevor Jay Bloodworth]

I like the metaphor here. The first line is really something I like too. Never heard glass being broken put quite like that.