Nikunj Sharma - 10/10

A crumpled paper lies in the waste bin
Words fading on to itself.Waits
to be swept away, as the night
fades to make way for the rising sun.

The headlines demand attention;
The pictures hold a meaning.
I eagerly open the folded layers;
to read through the fresh newspaper.

Someone up there is busy drafting a
question paper, I need to pass with
flying colors, Each moment is
the bridge between waste bin and pen.

On answer sheet as I carefully record
my answers with the ink of sweat, belief
becomes the pen, Examiner smiles
and gives me ten out of ten.

14th December 2009

Nikunj Sharma

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