An unexpected encounter

S. N. Sandhya

    My dormant anklets
    Hit a grit
    On the shallow coast
    Of my unexplored shore
    It bruised my brimmed memoir
    And pour ink on my lashes
    It painted a vivid dream
    And sprawled my eyes with red kohl
    Sprout and spout from my heart
    Ah! An encounter with the past
    And I felt relaxed and retired
    In that divine presence of mind

    
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