Rahul Aithal

Rookie (25th Jan 1967 / Mumbai - India)

Untailor - Poem by Rahul Aithal

Stitched of a false mask,
buttoned with colourful threads,
I'm needled to last,
hold me not liable if I don't live up to the label,
an honourable suit weighs much,
tough to iron out wrinkled ends,
leave me untaiolred, untouched.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 14, 2012

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