You are a puzzle waiting to be solved.
A jigsaw, if you will, whose pieces lay
About the floor and hide themselves under
Sofas, too scared to be put together.
It doesn’t help that I misplaced the box,
And don’t know what I’m trying to repair;
Foolishly, I try to cluster colours
Into tidy corresponding contours,
But no matter how many joints I hinge,
I can’t help but feel there are pieces missing.
A contest entry
- please solve me... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
300 points, ended June 20, 2008, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Ah..this is quite deep and heartfelt..I love this piece..thank you so much for your wonderful entryin my contest..

