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Bits and Pieces
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bishupoetry Gathering bits and pieces
Storing in my mind's pockets
Some pieces caught my fancy
Hangs on my soul in lockets
Some pieces jagged,sharp
Grazes my skin sometimes
Blood of the past seeps through
Pain comes.....the scars heal
That piece so beautiful to behold
Soft,velvetty flower petal
Now shrivelled and dried
Have left memories and died
Why did I sorrow? why did I cry?
When I saw the pretty parrot die?
There is one bit.. one piece
One treasure....the birth of my niece
I shall once again be light,ignorant
Detoxed from naked truths ..I try but fail
Time has come to empty my pockets
Free the weary chain from the sprockets
©bishu
