Like a fish escaping my grasp <br />Leaving a faint tickle of its scales <br />To linger on my gentle palm <br />A dream slipped through the <br />Moist edges of my eyes, <br />Leaving me to sulk through <br />In soreness of an infertile sleep. <br /> <br />Like the last gravel of sand <br />That left a hint of its earthly scent <br />As it slithered through my clasp <br />An untimely desire perished <br />As my heart hastened its birth <br />Leaving me to silently brood <br />In colossal pain of early abortion. <br /><br />Seema Aarella<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fruitless-expectations/
