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That was when the time was in thrall to a better light
We had  it in us to kid-dance our extra mile 
Even as its clay lay about a bit too defeated
Moment for the minute to greet  its hour it was
To  receive the gift with open arms that did a good turn
As we gratituded  our first words  with our breath 
It happened a while ago witnessed by   faith
Which saluted not the trifles  insanely indulged
We tip-toed on sloppy bunds wriggling like reptiles 
Even as we never ceased to wonder
If love was enough reward when it did not mirror the deed
Did it measure up to its forgotten mind
Time like that spent when lying low again
I am  just  justing  my formal word
Gone with the wind once and blown by the self now
Turning itself into serious art, its unbelievably low price
Pledging  the pat caress of perfect thanks
Raw remnants of wounded remembrance whining.


By: S.Jagathsimhan Nair
Won 3rd place in Nancy Jones'  "Gratitude" contest

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