Gratitude 1

That was when the time was in thrall to a better light We had it in us to kid-dance our extra mile Even as its clay lay about a bit too defeated Moment for the minute to greet its hour it was To receive the gift with open arms that did a good turn As we gratituded our first words with our breath It happened a while ago witnessed by faith Which saluted not the trifles insanely indulged We tip-toed on sloppy bunds wriggling like reptiles Even as we never ceased to wonder If love was enough reward when it did not mirror the deed Did it measure up to its forgotten mind Time like that spent when lying low again I am just justing my formal word Gone with the wind once and blown by the self now Turning itself into serious art, its unbelievably low price Pledging the pat caress of perfect thanks Raw remnants of wounded remembrance whining. By: S.Jagathsimhan Nair Won 3rd place in Nancy Jones' "Gratitude" contest