My precious shop
Ye Olde Antique
priceless, fragile, exquisite-
I thought.
Till you barged in..
And swept away the
distant past I guarded
passionately.
The blue ming vases
treasured keepers of pain.
Shattered.
The perfect figurines
masks preserved for ages.
In smithereens.
Crystal, glinting
a thousand reflections of
memories.
No more.
Astounded. Shorne
of my prized treasure
I wonder -
Was that a deadweight
Suddenly lifted away?
Freedom.
No more do I
have to tiptoe inside.
No more do I
have to caution another
who approaches.
No more.
Inside.
With the freedom
comes the
Insanity of letting go.
I shall have to keep you.
To remain insane.
Usha Pisharody
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