I opened my treasure chest

Containing old memories

Some dried  up flowers

Several scented letters

And scribbled notes in diaries

The proof of betrayal

The sense of pain

A surge of anguish

Rushed all over me again

The box was full of miseries

I burnt all your letters and

Threw, old and dried up flowers,

Out of the window,

Tore down all my diaries

Containing your name, my beau,

I have wiped clean my slate

Of your memories

Now, I am  free from all anxieties

                                                              ~Sudha Dixit

                                                                    Bangalore, India