Tuesday, August 23, 2005

Tired

I'm so tired
Someone make this day unhappen before it happens
Hold my hands of wax
and turn them to wings

teach me how to swim
or turn me into a fish
and then into food
and then be fed
to a poor little girl I saw rummaging in the garbage can

the one I didn't invite to share with me
even though I ate alone
with money in my bag
and in my heart
good intentions

1 comment:

mukul said...

very nice poem, parul! i like.