Limit

it starts fading
like the dye
losing the reality
might be
it was worn too much
too used to be kept
like the original

a limit attached to everything
demands a change
even the pyjamas get holes
when overused

by
Kritika

*Please donate the clothes before they get holes.

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poOr tHinGs

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Poor Things

MY Clothes

Hangers are finding the clothes heavy
Helpless dust is adhering to gravity
Hope filled closet keeps staring at me
‘Hang on a little more’ I say, ‘Will soon come to thee.’

MY Foot Wears

Magic they long for, for the moment
Moving to adventurous places, they dream
Mask of dust is making there look filthy
‘Master, Master’ everyday they scream

Managing with hopes to soon meet the different lands
Merrily they all are trying to live in peace
Making conversations about the visited lands
‘Master, Master’ everyday they ask, ‘Time please!’

by
Kritik
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