Shishir Gupta Poet Free verse

The Screw

I was collecting the clutter,
In the attic of my life,
Here was the big holed nut,
That had proven too big for all screws,
Here was that long nail,
That had its cap chipped,
And,yes here was that screw,
That had rusted bad enough to fit,
And there was that ply board,
That had bloated with humidity,
And had layers all ajar,
Voila here ,yes here, is that precious “screw”,
If it had fitted its hole in time,
All this clutter,would not have been there
For me to collect from the attic of my life.

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