When Sun bows to Horizon,
And Sky is brilliantly hued,
Evening Light hitting Shard of Glass
Draws sparks like blood imbued.
No gem ever had such a gleam,
No ruby such life like class,
No diamond fine from any mine
Passed under any jewellers’ glass.
Such pure flame of fire blazed,
Licking through its glistening heart,
I simply stood in awe amazed,
Beholding God’s transcendental art.
How can any stone or metal compete
Guarded and buried deep in a vault?
Here in Nature’s gallery,
For those who see no fault,
God has scattered liberally
Beauty for all worthy of his salt.
My beauteous Shard of Glass I recall,
Stood atop a boundary wall;
Ever on guard in a cruel jagged row,
With contingents of siblings in tow;
Sternly doing his perilous duty,
Contemptuous of fleeting claims to beauty.