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Jan 2017
This is the room to keep my excesses,
also broken items from chair to furnaces.
My once-treasures, though usable
find a place here- they are un-sellable.
Items like sofa and book racks
belong to my ancestors, shoes and rook sacks
of my daughter and son, now living away,
are strings of my heart- help sentiments play.
It is like my album  of yellow events
and long forgotten wins and laments.

24.1.17
Written by
Sumit Ganguly  Kolkata, India.
(Kolkata, India.)   
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