Myriad poems
Took birth in my mind,
But a few of them
Died of my neglect.
Today, they have no memorials,
No epitaphs
And no identities of any kind.
So let this poem be
A cenotaph for them
Built with the bricks of my tears.
K. V. Venkataramana
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