Nails: <br />my beloved friends <br />in childhood <br />and I kept them <br />carefully in a <br />metal chocolate box! <br />Small pins, <br />stolen from aunt's <br />dissection box <br />and I used to pin <br />small butterflies! <br />Drawing pins <br />taken from Dad's <br />table drawer <br />and I had fallen <br /> for their wild glitter! <br />Lost interest <br />in small ones <br />as I grew up <br />and bigger iron nails <br />flooded in the dark corners <br />of household! <br />And I never knew: <br />someone could utilize <br />them to fix the top cover of <br />Grandma's coffin <br />and that day <br />Jesus touched my heart! <br />And today, all rusted <br />they sink beneath <br />every footstep <br />and pierce my heart <br />every moment! <br /> <br /> <br />07.01.98<br /><br />premji premji<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/080-nails/
