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.


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

  2. lovely- the pain made it beautiful

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

  4. 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.

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

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