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The Glass Lives to Tell its Tale

Uma Daga | September 3, 2020
The Glass Lives to Tell its Tale

The dazzle shone deep into my eyes,

My place on the rack was just my size.

I looked good and drew many ‘ayes’

But my tag was high, well, I was a prize!


Once walked in a guy who needed no call,

He took me home to mix a Highball.

I cried when the ice cut me in its fall,

Is this my destiny, I wailed in his hall?


It happened for long, and every night,

His rum and whiskey never left my sight.

I withered slowly, waiting for the sun to light,

Oh why, why did god send me this plight?


What’s poured in me that makes him smile?

Will he ever stop, why is he so senile?

Years have passed in weeps and riles.

There is more to do, why miss those miles?


I live in peace when he is not near,

Is that the right way to treat a dear?

Its this need of his that sets off my fear,

Will I ever feel a drink that’s virgin and clear?


Uma Daga

Uma is a nature lover by birth, life enthusiast by choice, and a content writer by profession. She loves to travel, mingle around, and read. She lives in Jalpaiguri – far from the maddening crowds – in the lap of nature and says, “You have to meet and spend time with me to understand why I am the way I am!”

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