Friday, April 23, 2021

T - A Truism


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As the needle pierced through 
The cloth gave a sigh
And asked the thread
Would it pain....
Every single time
The thread however 
Stood there beside
And kept smiling
A few winces 
A few caresses 
A few broken threads
A few embroidered patterns

And in the end... 
The cloth wasn't the same...

PS : This post is posted as part of #BlogchatterA2Z 2021 challenge for the letter T.   
Poem posted as part of the 30 day poetry challenge for the month of April #NaPoWriMo2021 and #ArtoonsInnPoetryParlour.


Raun said...

would it pain every single time, i could almost feel the prick

my space said...

lovely- the pain made it beautiful

Durga Prasad Dash said...

Wow. Pain and transformation so poignantly portrayed. Short poem but likely to leave a lasting impact.

Srivalli Rekha said...

The prick and pain were worth it in the end. That's life in a nutshell. Of course, we need to know which ones enhance us and which ones bleed us dry. A poignant and beautiful poem, Ira.

Suchita said...

It wasn't the same but the cloth had grown, become more beautiful. Lovely!

Arti said...

Love it.
Our soul's cloth needs the needles of lessons:)