Perhaps It's Not Mine!

scraping my heart,
digging my reasons,
rubbing my relations,
pressing my time,
breaking into my soul,
squeezing the little me left therein,
perhaps I get that patch of dried childhood delight,
perhaps some love is still left in the hide,
I see it hanging over their shoulders!
I see the sparkle in their eyes!
perhaps it does exist,
only that it's not mine!
~Shryja Komari Jhawar