The little green vase
That you could hold in two fingers
That to me meant
Some brightness in the dark
When all the lights
Would go off
With a small basket
It made a perfect match
That maid
Whose face I have never seen
Cleaned it every day
To give it a shine
May be
She was the one
Who one evening
Was smiling
Moving as if
On a surf
Then came some one
And used it for ash
And picked it with him
Only if he had left it there
For the daily wash
25/7/2009
All things have a meaning to someone Sadiqullah...we just can't always see what that meaning is...this is a lovely write...Fi...10++++
Sad thing to know that one vase don't mean anything to someone. Its like the world we live in or the precious things we do care and love to some they don't have same value or meaning to them...wonderful poem...10+++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this reminds me of Cinderella story.. fine written with a good theme..