How to wipe out the illusion i have built?
It’s a nest of memories i have built
One by one i picked up
The ones you and i collected
Placed them on highest altar
It was the wind with destructing intention, made ways
Scattered far and wide on the path we walked
Then…
that road on which you traveled alone
the road i visited unmistakably
There i found forgotten twigs and weeds
I picked up and placed them
Where they belonged
Unrelated to you
I alone live there
Dusting them
Kalpana’s imagination
Kalpana’s poems and writings
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