Nikunj Sharma - My First Poem

My first words are forgotten
Just as the first step I took years ago
As the tire marks in the rear vision
fail to attract anymore

Block by block as I reconstruct
the castle of my memories
A whiff of fresh air from an old duct
Comes and caresses my cheeks

Gentle reminder of unpaid gratitude
As a creditor knocking at the door
for the want of minimal rectitude
they ask for a little more

Flying on the wings of dead words
The poem stays alive
only when I see the threads
I connect with the hidden life.

Nikunj Sharma

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