Monday, March 28, 2016


Don't we love
Our bright white shirt
And then there is that stain
The yellow curry
He tried to feed 
The tea that trickled
When the hand shivered
The mud that splashed
On the rainy night
The salty tears
She cried at the shoulder 
The lipstick smudge
During the hasty kiss
The bright white shirt
With all those stains
Isn't bright anymore
Nor is it white
The story of our lives
Filling empty spaces....

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