Meet me in the fall,
I’ll be waiting like a jigsaw puzzle,
Wanting to be solved.
I’ll be a colouring book if you want,
But promise me;
You’ll colour in with your best colours.
I don’t like red,
For it signifies love;
And that love is false, pretence
For what you and I share,
is maybe yellow, or blue?
Cross your heart and say,
Say that you’ll find me in my black;
And bring me back to my white
But what if I don’t want to be in white?
What if I don’t want to be a colouring book?
What if I only want to be a jigsaw puzzle?
What if yellow, or even blue,
are not good enough?
Since yellow is too pale,
And blue gives me the blues;
But the pieces of a jigsaw…
they are parts of me,
Each part is a prized possession
Each of these pieces define me,
Make me, break me, raise me,
And then I fall,
Meet me in that fall
And I’ll be anything you want,
But just with a little bit of every piece
in me, forever.
About the author:
Saugat Suri- Gargi College, Du