INVENTORY

While the heart pines

And eyes on a misty dream do sail

Body lingers on a beautiful song

Soul, too swift, too tender, too frail.

Love found an ancient turn

To wave, to weep and went.

While I searched sequestered scenes

For fulsome atonement.

A heavy duplex fog-memorial,

I find, was founded on memory.

Your frowns, your smiles, your surreal sounds

Benignly buried under me.

Since then, comely questions raised

In flesh and blood, I brood no more.

A mall of mega-sale morbid inventory

Displays distant dandy dummies of yore.

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Omkar kulkarni