The men of wrath 
Banter and rant 
Next to the famed bar,
While the man inside 
Recites his years long poetry.

Amidst the sectored chaos,
The beauty of his work 
Seeps through the ruckus 
To an open window
Seeking ailment and cure.

One by one, the broken pieces 
Of a ceramic glass 
Come back to life,
As the hours of the night
Dim the harsh voices of the strife.

A nearly wasted glass 
Achieves the art of Kintsugi,
While a survived heart 
Exhibits the art of poetry.