Christmas Puzzle


The curved edges intertwine,

tightly embracing at once.

Their merry meeting brings

beauty to the chaos

as fragments descend

to its destiny.


One by one, the spaces fill

to blend the Christmas colors.

The lights enchant me and

I, an eager captive,

reach for the last piece:

this season’s summit.


But the table is empty now

and the final key is nowhere.

No crowds in the cushioned seats,

no carols sweetly drifting.

Long hand meets the short on twelve

while a void sits silently

atop my jigsaw puzzle.


Still, I watch the beam of lights, 

traversing the pitch-black sky.

All the silhouettes are

never truly empty

and missing pieces

can someday be found. FATIMA B. BADURIA

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