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Time

By Pooja Kumar


If you find something now,

made in the yesteryears

Understand that it holds

historic souvenirs


It could be a ring, holding

tears of a lover’s sorrow

Or a bottle, brewed with

A vineyard’s sour swallow



A scented spritz in a glass decanter

Or a string of pearls, once worn

to enchant her


Understand that items

steeped in time holds great value

And one day, so shall your history and you


By Pooja Kumar



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