there were those days
when my thoughts
washed upon your shores
freely  for you to pick and choose
and to cherish if you would

but now
the waves have fallen silent
the clams, they stay shut
why would they open?
unloved, unwanted, unheard
they decay

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
   20.12.2012

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