Sunday, April 9, 2006

The bottle cap

Lying on the floor upside down
Its staring at me with a gaping look.
There is a story that it whispers
About the toll that time took.

Looking around I find shards
Of broken glass stained in blood.
The vision of happy little faces in the park
With dirty hands dipped in mud, flashes.

Drops of red in shocked surprise
Dripped forth in the daylight.
The upside down bottle cap
Reminds of that summer day.

- Anubhav

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