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
Learning to walk on the righteous path, with the rope you told me of, in hands.
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