Still, in this house, the rusty door knows
how to swing and walk in and out.
 
And the smug mirror
although dusty still knows
how to see and forget.
 
While the cracked wall picture knows
how to remember and smile.
 
Through broken windows
the breeze also knows
how to come in clapping.
 
As the thread bare curtain knows
how to sway and pirouette with it.
 
Oh, how is it that memories still stand
in this house at the doorstep,
not forgetting, and  still knowing
 
what I seem to have forgotten,
that I once lived here. 

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Minal Sarosh is an awarded Indian English poet and novelist. She has won awards and commendations in All India Poetry Competition 2005 of The Poetry Society (India) Delhi, Creative Writing Competition 2006 of Unisun Publications, Unisun Publications and Reliance Timeout Book club Awards 2008-09, SMS Poetry Competition 2007 and 2008 at the Kala Ghoda Arts Festival, Mumbai. She has a collection of her poems Mitosis and Other Poems published by Writers Workshop, Kolkata in 1992. And Soil for My Roots is her first novel published by LiFi Publications, New Delhi. She has poems published in many online journals and anthologies.

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