Friday, January 9, 2009

Laundry Blues

My soul needs some mending,
It’s frayed at the ends;
It’s stained with time too,
But don’t rinse too hard-
It may tear apart.

It’s wrinkled, it’s crumpled,
You say you’ll iron it out,
But can you see
The mountains, the valleys
That nestle in the folds?
The oceans, the gorges,
That gape in the creases?

No, I have given it too often,
And given it too soon,
To too many launderers
Of too many lands,
Who promised too many wonders,
And in the end did only plunder…

So let me keep it with me,
This soiled little rag,
Some things are best
Left as they are.

4 comments:

KParthasarathi said...

I stumbled on your blog.It is a veritable gold mine of beautiful poems.I read only a few and determined to finish the rest.Can I add your blog as one I follow.
Thanks and regards

jinju said...

Thank u sooo much for ur compliment! :)And yea sure,u may follow my blog...my privilege!thnx once again for dropping in.. c ya...

Shravan said...

jinju, good one, just read this ofr the 3rd time now, and this is the time that i read it well.. loved the lines,
To too many launderers
Of too many lands,
Who promised too many wonders,
And in the end did only plunder…

keep going :)

jinju said...

Oh i never thot it wud require 3 readings 4 comprehension... thot it was a pretty direct,simple poem...seems i was wrong... but anyways, glad u lykd it :)