Been years since I wrote poem and quite long since I shared one. I would like to share one, while thinking about the good old days when I could write:
The Reprise
The window is still open
A thought
escaped my mind
through the window
and flew across
I saw it hung over
the crimson horizon
and fuse
into the night
you met him
the other night
nurtured it
to become a dream
Last night,
a dream shattered
like a fragile glass
and broke the window
March 4, 2002
Shalin Jain
