Shunned Trinkets

Shunned Trinkets

Today, you’re seven seas away,  my dear. 
And I remember that day when you left 
My eyes shone -blinked away  tears of pride, sheer.
A year has passed, each day I feel bereft:
As you crossed the threshold, my heart was cleft.
That day- the floor littered with your  trinkets, 
Your camera,  earrings, books- no regrets,
Our house- a museum storing relic,
All you shunned,  those tchotchkes, trivial objets,
Each room is an archive -autotelic.
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Mumtaz N Khorakiwala
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