Dreams in a Matchbox

Visvanathan Balasaravanan

A time,
when life had only beginnings…
We met. Our eyes smiled.
I gave my kite; you gave your matchbox.

With time vaporing out, together, we played.
Dry glue covered our fingers; had different reasons.
I made kites, pasting it to a thread.
You made matchboxes, to buy your bread.

That naughty finger of mine,
locked into your bangles that shine,
pulled them out to break.
Broken bangles made your eyes brim.
You pushed me strongly, against my chest,
and ran crying, ‘Maa…’

Disappearing into the darkness,
you returned no more.
My heart whispered yours, “Sleep deep.
You have dreams to catch by.
In your life, only dreams to catch by. Bye”


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