Gifts of love
Neither given
Nor taken
Lies somewhere
Shrouded in dust
Accumulated over
The lap of time
Gifts of love
Neither forsaken
Nor rejoiced
Confused they are
In their life's dusk
Do not know
Whether to hoard
Or to let go..
Gifts of love..
That are forlorn
In the hearts of
Aging lovers
Who do not die
Nor do they live..
Burdened by their
Own un-given and
Unaccepted gifts
Wrapped in tears
Waiting to be unwrapped
In the smile of joy !
~Manjuri~
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