The stains get stronger
After every wash
With no detergent left, I commit
The same crime without any thought

Collecting the soaked bandages
In these tears of mine
Love, bruises some people
Some walk out just fine

Throw in the memories
With stale pieces of my heart
The beeping sounds like a taunt
The turmoil then start

Removing it, accepting the stains
I leave it on my sleeve to dry
Clip it with remaining courage so that
Only the strongest wind could make it fly

Walking with a soulless smile
My mind lingers back
To the last time I did my laundry
And how soon was it back

-Kashish Pardeshi
Pune, India


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