all my gifts
By neha bhat
I wanted the stars And wanted someone to pluck me the moon But when did anyone get such gifts? I wanted Something that was truly me, Something sublime. I wanted me to be reflected I wanted all my joys, pleasures None of the sorrows Nothing sad. But when have dreams Ever come true? So I thought. Until, One day One by one all my gifts Were sitting pretty in my lap. Written January 12th, 2002 © on Jan 11 2002 05:57 PM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"I wanted the stars..."