A sad face

Pity me no more

I’ve a sad face I know

Yet fate has grudged me happiness

Smile I do even as the pain gnaws

Touch my porcelain face

Feel my heart of china clay

Molded to perfection

Blue patterns and impressions

 Someday destined

To break into minute pieces

Yet you dream on

To pass me on as a family heirloom

You picked me up

Placed me on your heart’s shelf

Protected by a glass case

But one of these days

Some other child-woman

She’ll come playing

Tease you to open your heart’s doors

Her curious eyes would pierce me

Her playful hands would handle me

And down I would come

Smashed into smithereens

Right at your feet

All your pity

Would erupt into tears

But before you sweep me

And throw into the bin

Know this my dear

My pain was all I had

Before you knew me

By pitying me for it

You just weakened me

In the kiln of life

I burnt with desire

For the day you would

Banish pity and brew love in me