The Past 03
U Unnikrishnan Sivasankara Menon
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The past
comes back at us
with a vengeance,
an unrelieved itch.
those rose buds of
the rosy days passed
may never blossom
and shed fragrance,
but the thorns
definitely
get sharper
by the hour.
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