Shipra Agarwal


The Old House

As I move around the old house,
noticing the subtle changes in its colors and forms
straightening the tilted pictures
dusting the forgotten corners
and sometimes just gazing at a window pane…
I get this heavy unsettling feeling
that the house too is moving inside me,
frisking my memory box for all I have stored anew
cherishing the smiles

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