We bring life
It gives happiness
We protect, we love and we preserve
For ourselves
It gives us happiness;
Why do we not stop, looking
For that illusionary ride
Of the perfect lives
Of work and pride
From what might be a precious life-time?
Time that crosses us-
Less to more
And from more to less
The unnoticed days begin to show up
As if from a forgotten showcase;
A girl child on way to school
On a bicycle or on foot
Young and tall, on a bright morning
When I stop and watch her ride
Looks at me unrecognized;
That no one seems to mind
Cook, sing, walk, and nothing
When there are no questions left
I hear the old sounds
Yet I do not hear them;
The pieces of puzzle, all join wonderfully
Yet, the cracks show
Between the worn out edges, together no more
Each mark their territory, watch and wait
For the maker to dismantle, and take them all away.
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