Garage Sale

by Arya Bhushan

From my childhood,
I am collecting treasures,
In the shelves of my memory.

Some have become outdated,
Others have been misplaced.

But they keep popping up,
Like the changing scenes,
In a Kaleidoscope.

I thought them of great value,
But find they are of no use,
There is no one to buy them,

The shelves keep getting filled up.

What shall I do?
I will clean the shelves, rearrange
And organize a Garage Sale.

31-Oct-2004

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