My old cotton coat
Many wrinkles
To explore
Many rents
And many tears
Trying to hide
My less known fears.
Once
clean white cotton
Now
It looks so stained
With dirt it's loaded
No virtues are retained
Doesn't help
To keep me warm
In summer heat
It can't be worn
Gets me drenched
When it rains
Than why in closet
Does It remain?
Because it is
My original self
The way I was born
No Virtues left
But my closet
Is Now replete
With all new clothes
I seldom repeat.
For this old one
Could not play
All new the roles.
I learnt to brave.
But my coat
Is here to stay
Last years of
My life
This will
Carry me away
Nalini
We have a nostalgic attachment to the past and in whatever condition the coat may presently be, it has a aura of the past woven around it. I enjoyed it.
We have a nostalgic attachment to the past and in whatever condition the coat may presently be, it has a aura of the past woven around it. I enjoyed it.
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We have a nostalgic attachment to the past and in whatever condition the coat may presently be, it has a aura of the past woven around it. I enjoyed it.