Saturday, February 2, 2008

A new spring.

Old wounds hurting yet again,
Old memories are surfacing
Is it a déjà vu?
Or is it all that
The new spring is offering.

Rescue me from
This Alcatraz of past,
The shackles of “would-have-beens”
And “could-have hads.”
Last Spring I may not have had a ball,
Yet the hurt would have been much less,
If only the leaves could,
Cling on beyond Fall.


Chintan Vinod Shinde

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