That morning when the sun <br />Was in hurry to show his fury <br />I settled down on the sofa <br />My weary brow dripping <br />The humid weather outside <br />I had the bin emptied before me <br />And a crumpled piece of paper <br />Caught my blinking vision <br /> <br />“The tree reveals of the root-rot <br />Only when the leaves begin to fade <br />And the branches stand ready to fall <br />But still there come a bird or two <br />For a brief rest… <br /> <br />I give the roots all that I can to nourish <br />Unaware and unguarded…” <br /> <br />My eyes declined to go further <br />My sweat <br />My tears <br />Felt alike on my cheek… <br /> <br />The empty bin gawked <br /> <br />10sep2010 <br />13.20hrs<br /><br />indira babbellapati<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-poem-salvaged-from-the-bin/
