Sunday, March 22, 2009

The collection

He keeps it aside
Adding it to his hoard
Treasures he collected
over the years
Seemingly meaningless things
for which he saw
wonderful uses
He looks at it with love
his pride and his joy

Leaving it safely behind
he goes out
for his customary walk
down a beautiful lane

A high hill doth him beckon
He walks forth
with a frenzy
his desire to conquer
the unconquered
He climbs it
quite easily
But oh! The descent
Too scary
A simple wrong step
He falls
dreaming about the rope
he had kept aside
just that morning

Useless though desired
the rope lies
oblivious to the death
it couldnt witness

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