A Discarded Cloth – K.S.Subramanian


A discarded cloth winks from a corner
awaiting the final shove to its fate.
In a few years it lost its sheen, hubris
whittled away by wear and tear.

It played host to its owner for a time
braving the nuances of vagabond weather –
rain, soaking heat or embalming chill.
It knew Time had nothing to reclaim.

Its owner, ever short of care or foresight,
was too besotted with his daily chores –
building a life out of the visible avenues.
No thought to spare for a cloth’s plight.

Its clever design or artful artwork is
a contrivance for only a passing notice.
A shred of beauty awaits its own twilight.
The owner’s day too awaits the hearse.

Its prankish wink was lost on the owner.
After all age is only a fading number.

About the contributor: K.S.Subramanian, India has published two volumes of poetry KS Subramanian.jpegtitled Ragpickers and Treading on Gnarled Sand through the Writers Workshop, Kolkata, India. His poem “Dreams” won the cash award in Asian Age, a daily published from New Delhi and other branches years ago. His short stories have appeared in Indian ruminations, Setu Magazine, Tuck magazine, Indian Review and Muse India. Also he is a retired Senior Asst. Editor from The Hindu.

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