Knife

Memories go sliced down into umpteen pieces Who handles this merciless knife- time? One shattered piece, translucent, picked up, It now cries your face that remained smiling a yonder time back More pieces on the depleted marble floor I do not want to pick another for who would know better than I, none of these would smile back A love-piece broken into splinters when the marble floor remained polished shining- does it try now to come alive? The ghost of it cries, pathetically trying In vain to smile All my sympathy there