Friday, November 13, 2009

Jigsaw Puzzle

They hunched their backs in unison,
And contemplated the carelessly strewn pieces.
A thousand tiny bits of the puzzle,
Asking to be arranged.

Striving to reach the previous perfection;
The fragile harmony;
That existed on a box cover:
A happy home bathed in sunlight.

As they picked up the pieces,
A bitter-sweet thought escaped them,
There’s such joy in metaphors.


RTD2 said...

I like this. The right amount of poignancy, hope, sadness and imagery.

Parth said...

@RTD2: Thanks.