Wednesday, April 9, 2014

A Loose End

Trust, a dried leaf amidst some yellow pages,
A survivor through memories amidst fading ink ,

Trust, a pebble lost on the ocean bed  for ages,
The rock bottom of the vast hollow, now filled to its brink,

Trust, a shadow cast out of the rays that couldn’t pass through you,
The darkness, that could chalk out your hollow on the floor,

Trust ,a ray of hope , travelling towards you in a que,
A string of footsteps in mud, leading away from the open door.






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