A bundle of fun,
That resembles you,
A bunch of laughter,
That echoes ours,
A job to keep me up,
A place to hold me up,
A thousand errands to run,
And hundred lists undone,
All things small and big,
A little world of our own.
No trespassers, no bystanders,
Just a space where time stood alone,
Not passing in and out of days, nights.
An inheritance of love passed on…
Quietly, subtly with grace and poise,
To call our own.

(C) shashikala sasidharan
March 26 2017

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About Shashikala Sasidharan Elambakkattu

Shashikala S. is Post Doctoral Research Fellow at Rutgers University, USA working on developmental genetic and cellbiology. She has a doctorate in Proteomics and Cell Biology (Bio-technology) from Rajiv Gandhi Centre of Biotechnology (DBT), INDIA. And is actively involved with academic research, but poetry and painting are her passion. She writes on the realms of cosmic spirituality,nature's mysticism and egalitarian philosophy. Her poems have been published Kannur University Magazine, Tellicherry, Kerala and in anthologies 'Resonance" by "Poets Artists Unplugged" and "Across The Way" and at

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