A Broken Pizza

the potrait

A preheated oven,
A low flame,
Did not cook it,
It broke like a thin crust
Over baked pizza,
I gathered every bit of its dressing
Dropped over the metal sheet of the burning oven,
Often burnt my fingers
To fast,
counting stars
Among the splinters
Flying in the dark night
When ever I tried to hide
The fragile,
Piece of life,
My will to serve myself
The next square meal of ice,
I won,
Another day of life,
I earned the sprouting seeds
Of delight
In my hope,
To survive!

Art work: Sangeeta Suneja