Once upon a time
There was a dark empty
room
For a long time
no window, any door
Passing days and nights
nights and days
.
.
.
At last once
one bitter truthful day
no where to go
any where to stay
I faced it; Entered it
washed with tears,
cleaned and stayed
After seasons…
once in winter
In search for a little
excuse of living,
shined a gentle light
A floating bright leaf,
came to me
to trembling hands of
mine
It became a star;
A window for that room
A little star is giving
bright
to a dead sun
I wish a yellow wild
flower for that window
Welcome to my heart;
To this life!
23.05.2013
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