As they hover over me
Waiting for me to make a choice
I lose myself and break the glass
My cell phone rings for infinite time
I let it snooze to silence
Attentively looking at the shattered glass
Seven years of bad luck I can care less for
But people are looking now
And I care for desperation
“break the glass” caused
Biting my lip I look towards door
The millionth pieces sitting on ground
Good girl I had had to be
Until on the floor were shards of glass
Definitely I move forward
Definably I broke the curse
In deference all I carried
Looking down at dust
And sparkling pieces of broken glass
To my scandalous movement
Time and time again I was set free
In the silent room of restrictions
When I picked up and break the glass
An Indian Princess 