Permanently piled-up

The writing barely legible,

More like

Scribbling

Or as mum used to put it,

The gait of

A centipede

Soused in ink.

No amount of

“Finger-exercising”,

As the teachers

Used to put it,

Helped improve.

Yes,

The writing barely legible!

Each home-visit,

I sit down to

Clean up

The little mahogany-bureau,

From where

They keep falling down,

Bits of papers,

Fractured poems, prose, verses;

Random, inarticulate,

Ambitious attempts.

Little creased capsules,

From yesterday,

Those end up

Being smoothed,

Read,

Re-read

And caressed.

The caplets,

Filling up

The capsule,

Dissolving

With time.

Every visit,

The pile is sorted,

But never screened.

Linking up with Velvet Verbosity : 100 words : Capsule