A Gift Is
A Gift
S K Iyer
A gift is a gift yet it would find its
way
to the attic one day, for the showcase is
too small, and the love
would be kept away
in the storehouse of cherished memories.
But the small
silver case of Majumder was
the most blessed gift ever I came
across;
sniffing a pinch of snuff from the silver case,
he would introduce
to his guests always:
"This was gifted by my friend James",
his face
filled with an imposing brightness.
Those who knew Majunder would know
James,
who remains an unknown friend of his times.
Now the small silver
box is in the showcase,
reminding a friendship that time could not
erase.