Bits and pieces
spread around..
many a shapes
and sizes too..

Broken bits
of the puzzle ME;
Me the puzzle
and me the child..

Me the child
fiddling yet
with his first..
Me the puzzle-
the only one
of it’s kind…

Me the pieces
spread about
over a mile…
Me the child-
crawling still;
blind to most….

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About joker

Contradictory and confusing as my thoughts, I am a Mechanical engineer working in an interior fit out firm, dreaming of one day making it as a poet and trying to learn card tricks :)

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