Saturday, December 12, 2009

To return to normal


I wish I were fifteen again,
when the pain of a broken nail,
was all that mattered.

5 comments:

Pallav said...

True

Elisabeth said...

These words alongside the image of the shattered butterfly wing are devastating. You have an ability to make haunting associations, Nazia. Thanks.

Nazia Mallick said...

Thank You Elisabeth and Pallav!

For hearing the whisper.

William Michaelian said...

I hear it too. A wonderful poem, with its own little rhythm. And the leaf is a finger, and the butterfly is the broken nail....

Nazia Mallick said...

Thank you William.
Yes!!It means exactly that. The effort of searching for the right image turns out to be worthwhile now.

Kindled

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