The Old Odhani

The Old Odhani prose poem

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She shakes it, spreading the exuberance, gushing out of its folds ’n
Crevices of long-ago, like a perennial stream of jubilant euphoria-

Converting matter into emotions, from the tangible to the intangible,
Embodying an idyllic confluence around, fervently fluttering to fly.

It was an expanse of black, with orange patterned border around it.
The old Odhani wraps around her the warmth and love of yesteryears.

Like a motley collection of memories in an assortment of hues like:
The tattered puppet couple with souvenir brooches on its garb;

The terracotta Buddha, a relic of the older serene squatting statue;
Even older is the weathered and withering hard bound Gitanjali;

Some poetry and prose that still rouses storms of anger in her;
Sepia snaps of dear ones who have moved beyond this world.

All these little bits unraveling the historical by-lanes of her mind.
These assorted feisty forces lift the haze of her dubious doubts.

These are the precious flickers of worldly belongings whose worth
She valued along life’s path, keeping within touching distance, her

Prized antecedents, that sheltered her through life’s dark furrows,
Like book-ends that hold her snug, secure and, at home. Always.

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Archana Kaul

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Lokesh
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This one too is extremely well written. Your literary craftsmanship is so impressive and amazing.

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