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My Favourite Refuge



Facing three tall coconut trees 
There was a dark corner outside the house
Sitting wherein I could cry out my heart, 
Wipe dry my tears and undisturbed sob till I tired.
My elders frequently scolded me. 
The house is still there, but not those trees and my little corner. 
Instead, there is a brick-paved broad sidewalk leading to a library 
Standing at the place where there was an arid dusty piece of land. 
That was seventy years ago, and now I am restless. 
My mind asks me to quit but for what? 
A new entanglement - a fresh lease of life perhaps! 
As it is,
My morning cup of tea has lost its flavour. 
The real reason is I do not know how to die. 
I have not met any person lonelier than I am. 
Even if no one scolds me now
I need that little corner more than ever before.
I have yet many tears to shed.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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