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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Batool Idrish Siamwala, pens under her maiden name, Mumtaz N Khorakiwala. She has served as an Asst. Prof. in English Language & Literature in St. Joseph’s College, Visakhapatnam, for nearly a decade. She went back to Creative Writing; she writes on online forums like Poets Inc and Artoons Inn Poetry Parlour and is a blogger on Momspresso.
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