Tainted Glass

Looks so beautiful,
The artist creates images,
Gives the plain glass colour,
And looks, or so he thinks!!

The world plauds his masterpiece,
Understand deeper meanings,
But only of what they see on the surface
Created by the artist...
What an irony..

They claim to see beyond
What their eyes show them.
Each one tells his own tale
And mere fools, they drink to it too..

Isn't there something more to it.
Have they seen everything..
Isn't there anything that they failed to notice?
The fate of the glass beneath.

Lying right beneath the paints and the colours,
Is the helpless glass.
Having lost its character and true meaning,
Merely being used by the artist
To gain the fame he always wanted.
Having thrown the glass to lie unnoticed,
Lie alone having lost all its charm..

Where all it ever wanted
Was to be a gateway to the true Light.
Show the light its true colours,
The spectrum of colours it holds within.
Just be what it was meant to be.

The artist took away all its beauty,
Gifted by Nature,
Instead gave it 'fame',
Dressed it up, Covered it up
Murdered it
And left it devoid
Of all it ever wanted