Clothes Poem by Piyush Dey

Clothes



Among my clothes hang your colorful dress
I wash it every time at home
And when it's dry
I iron it myself
But i can never iron out it's creases
Nor wash out the blotches of past
grievances
How easy would life have been
Had relationships had been like clothes
And we could change them like shirts!

Sunday, October 5, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: clothes
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