Some innovative sinister has revamped
my broad fragranced arena,
boxes and bundles of scholarly books
have replaced the passive ,hanging clothes,
the only hangers on the rod are helpless
mute witness, soon to be deployed elsewhere,
moths are ready to play hide and corrode ,
already settled in the dark corners,
I am breathless, those torn papers
have mocked at my stuffy box.
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