That's Me

It falls from my hands and scatters all around one by one I pick up each piece my life comes together in this poem Joys and laughter everywhere but a little sorrow hides under the chair dreams and hopes desperately hang on the wind threatens to blow them away Fragments of my memories lie here and there a few unforgotten college days some precious words dad had said angry face of a long lost friend Strewn all over are words well intended but misunderstood words written for a poem, left halfway some earnest attempts, some fake If I were to measure these pieces Would there be more joy or despair I really cannot say But they make me what I am today. Afroze Ali Date:24th june 2011