Clothes were forgotten to the darkness
Washed clean of their worries
But exposed to the inclement weather
Rains thrash them- a lifeless anger
Of soaked helplessness; it is nature’s fury
Pegs try to control them
Weakened by the onslaught
Miserable clothes feel it is unreasonable
Ironing out differences and crumples is a myth
Yet, tasked to warm the frosty soul
Woes shrivel- resemble a forlorn ball
About to be kicked around by life
Quivering existence is a reality
Windows are shut
A world cleansed by pummeling rains
Clothes hang there spiritless
Passive onlookers and troubled wayfarers
Clothes frozen and helpless
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 