Souls leave no shadows
And no more shades either
For, they remain in those
Moth eaten sepias as relics of
Those we have loved once
And killed many times over
Souls leave holes only
Wholesome holes ; says some in mock jest,
In wry smiles and ever dried up pearls.
Abandoned shadows on wanderlust
Ever on an unrelenting search for shells to nestle
in
Knowing little that nothing indeed fits in.
Arun M
Sivakrishna
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