I-Lone.2 Poem by Swapnil Jhajharia

To my amusement when I died,
Tears rolled down their eyes and the cried.
Because I still lived in their heart,
Where a fragment of mine lived from the start.

Fragment by fragment,
Cent by cent,
They built me again,
This time as a wren.


Whit friendship's feathers,
I flew above the weathers.
I reached the sun ‘n' the moon,
But realized soon,
They were just things to see,
The real treasure now dwelt in me.

And I dwelt in them,
just like the rings in a stem.