An Idle Treasure
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Indira Renganathan
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A potful of gold coins
You collect cravingly
Then you bundle them
With stones..
To a remote sea sail
And trash them deep
Secretly..
Are you insane?
A hoard of books...
Your passion's library
You grow old...they too
None around of your taste
Whom will you bequeath...
An idle treasure?
Some day somebody
On some hunt..
At least that gold be found
But..
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