The little green vase
That you could hold in two fingers
That to me meant
Some brightness in the dark
When all the lights
Would go off
With a small basket
It made a perfect match
That maid
Whose face I have never seen
Cleaned it every day
To give it a shine
May be
She was the one
Who one evening
Was smiling
Moving as if
On a surf
Then came some one
And used it for ash
And picked it with him
Only if he had left it there
For the daily wash
25/7/2009
Sadiqullah Khan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-little-green-vase/
