Staring wistfully
at the empty oyster shell
upon my palm
the pearl earned with labor
no idea…when or how
despite all care and caution
got lost in negligence?
Across the horizons
the stars are jubilant
in a mood of revelry
within a split second
there will be greetings galore
though I won’t be there any more!
the mermaids dancing on the shore
can never sever me from my isolated self
let them know
the impulse of envy is defunct in me;
tonight I’ll refresh
my regular To-do-list
in my midnight diary
tomorrow the first thing that I shall do
yes, I shall remember to forget you!
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