Huzaifa Malik
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The blue shirt
But there was a shade which I still could wear It was my old friend the blue……….. Then dawned the white and woolly ones Just as winter yawned. And my hungry hands felt the desperate need Of- a magical shopping wand! But with all my spendings , My balance had crashed down. Those dazzling shirts which had once gifted me the smiles Had now cursed me with a forehead frown. And in the coldness of winter, When I was busy with my futile whinings, I remembered a shade-a shirt Which I could wear in desperate timings. ‘The shirt’ with the shade of that blue Always ‘the shirt’- the very best I wore it in all seasons while deceived me the rest And of course I wore it again and again. And with frequent use my shirt got frayed. And yet when my wardrobe witnessed new entries, This was one shirt which always stayed.
By Huzaifa Malik3 years ago in Poets