Yesterday,
You ripped me at my seams,
And left me more tattered than before.
How dare you are
To make more holes,
To wear it down and
Just toss me out in the bin
Without even glancing once
To give me second chance with glee.
Wasn't I your favourite
Which you bought with your savings and
Wore me day and night,
Because you loved the comfort I gave you to sleep.
I thought you are the one, who keeps things
And renew them, for I mattered you a lot,
But Alas! You did until I was no longer your fashion quo,
And not something which you wanted,
Since you are now eyeing those new designer clothes,
So you cut me, tore me, stretched me, bleached me,
To make me like that dress but failed
So you tossed me out in despair.
Now, I weep in this bin,
Hoping someone to pick me up,
For I still hope that someone will clean me
My tears stains and stitch my holes with memories,
Because I still hope that I be that one cloth
In the cold nights of someone
To give them the mild warm
They yearn at frozen times.
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