Reconstruction
I gathered the finest things for it,
Put them together, polished them neat,
I shaped it the best way I could
Wanting it to be there for good!
Just when it was in perfect form,
Winds rose, blew thunderstorm,
I clung onto it with all my heart,
It broke into pieces, lay tattered in dust.
After a while's despair, a momentary pain,
I gathered back the fragments for making it again!
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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