Laughter in times
of sorrow.
Trust in times
of deceit.
A broad shoulder
to rest my head
when grief overwhelmed me.
A strong hand, in mine
when I stood, shattered!
Picking up the pieces,
putting me together again-
Gifting yourself to me
so that I stand whole..
A nameless bond-
A wordless promise-
And a lifeless me...
Reborn..I am!
When you completed
the jigsaw puzzle,
that was me...
with that last piece-
yourself!
Usha, 18 May, '07
Oh God! This is a beauty! I couldnt pick ,rather wont pick any lines-the poem in its entirity is a Master-'Piece' :)
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ReplyDeleteso that I stand whole..
beautiful! n de jig saw puzzle seems to be so lovely now!!!!