Torn pages <br /> <br /> <br />Torn pages from daily dreams and diaries. <br />They are all scattered on the blue carpet. <br />Pick up a piece and wet your palm <br />The color of blue digs deep roots within. <br /> <br />A Sunday is emptied out of an old box <br />A treasure and a ghost roam and their sighs <br />You can’t wipe, can’t wipe, from your fogging eyes. <br /> <br />Time lays loose and you shut in the old box.<br /><br />poddar kushal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/torn-pages-4/
