March 01, 2021

 

A discarded cloth

 
 
 

A discarded cloth

A discarded cloth winks from a corner
awaiting the final shove to its fate.
In a few years it lost its sheen, hubris
whittled away by wear and tear.

It played host to its owner for a time
braving the nuances of vagabond weather --
rain, soaking heat or embalming chill.
It knew Time had nothing to reclaim.

Its owner, ever short of care or foresight,
was too besotted with his daily chores --
building a life out of the visible avenues.
No thought to spare for a cloth's plight.

Its clever design or artful artwork is
a contrivance for only a passing notice.
A shred of beauty awaits its own twilight.
The owner's day too awaits the hearse.

Its prankish wink was lost on the owner.
After all age is only a fading number.






Article © KS Subramanian. All rights reserved.
Published on 2021-01-25
Image(s) are public domain.


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