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.
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