The Closet

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Sudeshna revisits jam packed inside a in this evocative verse.

I found a closet
Right at my doorstep
Worn and rusty
Dented and dusty
Gently, I opened it
Slowly, bit by bit
Jam packed inside
Memories reside
Ordered and labeled
Grainy and graveled
Long forgotten episodes
Incidents and anecdotes
Faded jaded sepia
Full of cornucopia
A warm glow of
A furious sibling fight
A journey of exploration
Sweaty jovial vibrations
A voyage of discovery
Unique of any trickery
Golden family ties
A preserve of memories lie
A pickle of hearty laughter
Each loving character
painful but enriching
Each and every moment bewitching
Time had not aged
Forever I could gaze
All my gems and gold
Memories of dear ones I hold
Slowly I locked the closet once more
To reminisce again …ever more!

© Sudeshna Mukherjee

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Sudeshna Mukherjee was born in Kolkata but grew up in the beautiful Jharkhand (Ranchi) and it was here that she learnt to admire and appreciate Nature. Educated from Loreto Convent and St Xavier’s College, she majored in Economics. She always contributed articles and stories for magazines. Post marriage she moved to Mumbai, a cultural melting pot – here she observed, absorbed and assimilated. Sensitive and emotional, her journey in her Poemotions continues to grow…