Like a tattered piece of paper <br />edges rugged and all torn....... <br />having known better days <br />Poetic, she flew rudderless <br />With the winds <br />To for a minute <br />be plastered <br />To his wooden frame <br />Asking with inky eyes <br />Appealing yet pathetic <br />Till the winds changed <br />letting her drop to ground <br />To find a green patch <br />and dew drops fresh <br />erasing the poetry words <br />To leave her tattered and plain <br />White with exertion <br />Wiser than before <br />yet undeniably forlorn <br /> A mere bit of paper <br />fallen to the ground <br />Till a little boy <br />From the house opposite <br />So cherubic and brown <br />A replica of a childhood illusion <br />A much loved heart; <br />Dashed to pick it up..... <br />Would he crush her? <br />Crumple and throw away? <br />Or would the poetry <br />half washed away <br />find color? <br />With loving crayons....... <br />red and blue <br />Caught up tight <br />In his other hand <br />Magic and music <br />filled my heart......... <br />Love's nostalgic fragrance <br />Lingered in thoughts vicinity <br />As a very becoming image <br />trotted into visionary eyes.......... <br />Adding sparkle <br />To his eyes<br /><br />malini kadir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tattered/
