What shall it take, <br />To write a poem, <br />That melts the core of ice <br />Deep down in the womb of Antarctic sheet, <br />Waiting yet not asking, <br />For the warmth of my pen, <br />The shards my jabs and my key strokes, <br />I don't want a Pulitzer, <br />I don't want a Pushcart, <br />I just want to melt a long frozen heart, <br />That once used to gurgle <br />With the brooks long lost babble, <br />With the speech that was a child's voice, <br />A softness that had my child's hush, <br />What shall it take? <br />A prose cannot thaw what an earthquake cannot expose, <br />A poem is the only instrument, <br />If alas she read, <br />No even if not read, <br />She felt, <br />No even if not felt, <br />She slept, <br />Covered her svelte self with, <br />Every night, <br />She went to sleep, <br />Closed her eyes, <br />And the ice would perhaps weep.<br /><br />Hardik Vaidya<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/baby-let-the-ice-weep/
