A Shirt From The Wardrobe - Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
Not worn for many years,
Suddenly grown over sized,
The sleeves are hung from,
The shoulders, the junction,
At the arm pits look as the sacks,
A tailor made perfect piece,
Outsized to be a farce,
A shirt, which is kept as a souvenir,
Once fitted and radiated the curves,
Not really collapsed, but gets bigger.
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