Saturday, December 17, 2016

Like these imprints on sand,
I too shall be forgotten,
left untouched in the old belongings,
in store rooms and ancient trunks,
like leftover of a childhood diary.
One slap of the crushing waves,
and I too shall be a part of the unknown,
swept away into the void,
left to be deciphered,
through discussions and debates,
a cold tiny stone in tunnels of memory.

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