Futility

I know,

I realize,

The futility.

Yet,

The stunning red ball

Of a sun,

On a rare early morning of mine,

A yellow hazy moon,

On a starless cloudy night,

A brilliant rainbow,

Through the greys

Of an evening drizzle,

A poem,

A song,

A dream,

A moment,

I keep collecting,

For you,

For the time when we meet again.

© 2009 Rituparna Das