Masterpiece

By Krishnangi Pareek

Everyone is writing their pieces

But I want to make a masterpiece

Wish that , that piece shines the brightest

As for now it is still in dusty corner of a moving train ……..

It has to go through heat , chill and change of tracks

To reach the wishful destination

That piece knows so much yet knows nothing

That piece has to run yet is resting

That piece longs for a soul to mould it

Though it knows, that is within

That piece is dreaming about perfect mould

Unaware that train is getting faster and faster

With rising heart beat …..

It has to choose the mould and get worked up in the process .

Passing unknown ties.

By Krishnangi Pareek