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The blue shirt
But there was a shade which I still could wear It was my old friend the blue……….. Then dawned the white and woolly ones Just as winter yawned. And my hungry hands felt the desperate need Of- a magical shopping wand! But with all my spendings , My balance had crashed down. Those dazzling shirts which had once gifted me the smiles Had now cursed me with a forehead frown. And in the coldness of winter, When I was busy with my futile whinings, I remembered a shade-a shirt Which I could wear in desperate timings. ‘The shirt’ with the shade of that blue Always ‘the shirt’- the very best I wore it in all seasons while deceived me the rest And of course I wore it again and again. And with frequent use my shirt got frayed. And yet when my wardrobe witnessed new entries, This was one shirt which always stayed.
By Huzaifa Malik5 years ago in Poets
The blue shirt
Then as the spring to summer converts, The markets flooded with brand new shirts. A purple one attracted my eye, And to buy that one, I told all sorts of lies. It was quite pretty, what the mannequin bear But too ugly it looked, when I did a wear. Then I realized I could not wear the purple either But there was a shade which I still could wear It was the earthy blue…………… Then the trees became naked, The season began to fade. Soon summer became belated, And came the season of drier shades. The purple, yellow and the orange had made me depressed Of the wrong choices I made, And to provide myself a little comfort I decided to buy a new shirt. I bought some shirts of mundane shades, Shades of ash and the lonely grey. Perhaps I wouldn’t wear it, I had a doubt It was too common -to stand out in a crowd! Then I realized I could not wear The sad little shades of ash and grey.
By Huzaifa Malik5 years ago in Poets
The Blue Shirt
A blue shirt, that’s all I had And a pretty little smile to make me glad. Days flowed and came the flowery season And to buy a new shirt, I had a solid reason. I bought a yellow, all bright and sunny But in my complexion, it looked kind of funny. Then I bought an orange, in accordance to the occasion So hot that I almost sweat and was filled with perspiration. I realized I could not wear the orange or the yellow But there was a shade which I still could wear It was the decent blue…… Then as the spring to summer converts, The markets flooded with brand new shirts. A purple one attracted my eye, And to buy that one, I told all sorts of lies. It was quite pretty, what the mannequin bear But too ugly it looked, when I did a wear. Then I realized I could not wear the purple either But there was a shade which I still could wear It was the earthy blue……………
By Huzaifa Malik5 years ago in Poets
