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Who will buy from you if you keep an empty shop
Who will come to you if your shelves are empty
People walk by and glance at your dust covered sign board
Where once they waved to you, now they peek
to know if you are still alive, if the shop still stands
if the walls still hold
or have they toppled to entomb you within

If you will not sell or buy or laugh or cry
then shut this place down
whose once happy memories rankle
and slight passers by who once knew it
as a place where they could stand
look at your wares
the candles and the books
bookmarks, ribbons and coloured papers
paints and dyes and shells and angel wings
rubik cubes of a single colour
a jigsaw puzzle with a piece missing
which if they went looking for
they would find their one true love holding it

Heed the call of the children who pelt you with stones
turn the key in the lock and lock it in a box
weigh it down with stones
drop it into the deepest sea
and
let yourself go

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One Response to “Untitled”

  1. fuzzy Says:

    bahuut accha hai. reminded me so much of a Oscar Wilde story i had in school. there was this giant who wouldn’t let kids play in his garden. (though the context is very different) rubik cubes of a single colour, and the jigsaw puzzle with a missing piece.. wonder who it is written for.

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