The Cloth (Mukul Dahal)

Looking for a new colour to suit me,

I bought a cloth in the market today.

I slid into it.

Its narrowness suffocated my skin;

the coarseness of its fabric rubbed against my skin.

The glitter inside me wouldn’t be seen.

The fine design of my body would no longer be visible.

I sensed that an elusive smell

of the market lingered in it.

Before regret overcame me,

I took the cloth off.

Comments

[aurora]

Dear Mukul,

It is so good to see you back again! We've missed your work, and this poem does not disappoint. You present visuals that speak of underlying layers. Well done!

[MukulDahal]

Thank you, Aurora. I have been in the thick of my coursework. I am nearly through it. Hope to be more frequent soon.

[Jennifer]

Clothes are more than what we put on. Good poem.

[Dhani]

Compelling and stark in its honesty.

[Robert]

Enjoyed.