Throwing things off
has never been my forte
I keep them telling myself
they will be use some day,
So saying I have a truck load
of unwanted, unused articles
carefully kept in a room,
called a treasure house
by my sons.
Once in a way, I open
get them out, dust them
place them under the sun
for half a day. My helpers
have been trained to do a perfect
job, Once done, the things go back
to their ordained places with a fresh look
in a retinue,
This has been going on for years
without a break, I, at times , feel
they have to be distributed, but
undergo a change of mind
decide to preserve them.
It is finicky, I very well know.
but, so to say, I cannot outgrow
the significance they cast on me.
with a compulsion.
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