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Worn

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We wear them.

Wear them down?

No mending ever

Of the wear and tear.

Just trudge on, most times,

With the excess baggage

Of what they mean to us.

Too precious, to lose.

Too crucial, to discard.

Too sentimental, sometimes;

For existing without them,

Is a long and barren road.

So we wear them

Monosyllabic, or poly-

Always stressed these days

Even those that need none.

Care-worn, careful, careless never

Their brilliant raiment often stymied

By walls that meet them, across un-discernible

Boundaries, set in stone, within the mind.

By the time you’ve found the right ones

To clothe your intent, your hesitant foray

Into a semblance of expression

They’re shorn of warmth,

Of possiblities that might break walls

And the intricate snowflake, it could be

Merely melts, into a murky puddle.

They, in turn, have worn you down.

14 June, 2018

A niggling push that began yesterday, while at work, and began to write itself, through the mobile app, completed on a desktop 😛 One of those writes that pushed, and got out. Sigh.

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Author: Usha Pisharody

A rambler, pretends to be a teacher, loves to dream, and go on Quixotic Quests in the Realm of Romance With Life...

2 thoughts on “Worn

  1. On sleeves are hearts which forever hunger
    Often they’re those which are rent asunder
    But hearts which are big
    Will do a little jig
    Every time a snowflake melts in its warmth — won’t maunder!

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