One day when the sun shall rise <br />and the world's short of a pair <br />of eyes. Someone negotiates <br />the price of wood in shambles. <br /> <br />The sunshine won't wake me up <br />The shuttered eyes couldn't be <br />forced open. On my desk an <br />abandoned pen shall wait. <br /> <br />An unfinished poem shall attract <br />only the the words of praise. <br />Good or bad won't matter. Perhaps <br />an eye shall pick, an invisible thread. <br /> <br />The incomplete poem shall be <br />completed, when firm hands <br />shake the dust off my dreams. <br />A seed shall crack open. <br /> <br />There one flower shall bloom <br />on the earth, where my ashes wait. <br />Blissful roots of a pregnant sky <br />reach earth to bind the loose sand. <br /> <br />20th November 2009<br /><br />Nikunj Sharma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/after-22/
