For the Record (poem)

For the Record

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The mildewed walls of a place that once was home

The leftover evening from a searing hot day

Things half- remembered but deeply felt

Streets avoided so the weariness may not return

Crevices, nooks, lanes

All lurk within

In the Google Maps of your own veins

Arteries carry memories

Carved like watermarks

on a sandy riverbed

Life is a long-playing record

Revolutions come Revolutions go

Rotations tell forgotten tales

     -- Madhavan N (2022)