Poem: The Jigsaw
Pieces of my life lay scattered on the floor
Bright ones, dull ones, some happy some dour
Putting them together is a Herculean task
Is it worth the effort, I myself ask
No pictures to refer, instructions lost
Should I undertake to do it, at what cost?
I kneel down and move them around
Some move easy, others stick to the ground
I try to form an image, a recognisable one
I realise after all, that I am having fun
No pattern emerges, no picture forms
But as time passes, my mind calms
I look at what I made, it does impress
You may call it another fine mess
But look closely and you will realise
That it's all in the beholder's eyes.
© 2010 Mohan Kumar
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