Dazzled by thy beauty,
Amazed by thy magnificence,
O what a beauty to behold!
Thy lustre shines forth even in a crowd of million,
A masterpiece thou art,
How carefully thou art adorned.
Thy intricate designs,
Words fail to explain,
Thy exuberance blindeth all eyes,
Because, as incredible as you seem,
Prodigious it is - thou have belittled thy Master's grace.
Though thy charmingly stand on the table, embellished in all splendour,
How wilt thou hide thy disgrace,
Even beneath the blanket of glamour?
Where will thou find space?
The pain, it takes to stand,
How wilt thou erase away,
To raise the bar, and then not to stand at par?
How wilt thou?
How wilt thou hold water, O broken Jar?