Water Spills

Water Spills

written by: Muntazir

 

Water spills on white floor.
I try to find in it my poetry,
Vague reflections titter
And till I am able
To make something out of it,
It is wiped off the floor
And wrung out in a bucket.
I look into it,
It too looks up at me,
I do not know what it sees,
But in there I see
Shards, I see broken pieces.
I put in the little finger
To see the colour of my blood,
But the pieces pierce me not,
Rather get in my hollow veins.
I slit the veins all visible
To see the colour of my blood,
It slowly trickles down.
Ad infinitum spills water