Oyster Days
Oyster days
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Can she remember her days
inside an oyster, cocooned
and alike a ‘thirst’, waiting?
Now it is a great city
where her painted dwelling
overlooks the marine-drive,
now resembles a pearls’ string
with all those inviting lights.
She has friends for parties, chats,
for cheers and for gossips;
now that she has opened up.
A small town is there
in her deepest memories.
Can she remember her days
inside an oyster, cocooned
and alike a ‘thirst’, waiting?
Does she remember her days
inside an oyster, cocooned
and alike a ‘thirst’, waiting;
when calamities come
like swift toed stranger wearing
a galling grin and knowing,
she has no protective shell
of zinc, iron, calcium?
The needle marks and habits
are washed at the rehab.
Doctor prescribes this or that,
for stress, for mind and for health.
She almost laughs at a pill.
It is boasting to be made
out of oyster elements.
All is coming back to her.
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