Making myself whole
from each ounce
gathered from the
heartfelt love
of the nothingness
of the surrounding….
A celebration
of tears unshed.
...to make them count,
which never fell...
A scratched paper…
and some spilt ink….
is all I have
to make of each moment blessed…
and of blessings each moment gave….
Sarvesh Kulkarni
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/just-some-musing/
