Woe Poem by Asavri Dhillon
Woe
When dyeing clothes,
the excess dye is squeezed out.
When the cloth is wet,
the colour is usually darker.
How long before you realize,
that it wasn't the desired tint?
And when you do find out,
you wait for it to decolorize.
Yet the colour remains;
it never entirely fades.
Wonderful poem, metaphorical of life itself. We try to squeeze out, what we think is in excess or superfluous. Later on, we realise that what we squeezed out was an essential ingredient for our life, our goals. Then we try to undo what we have done. But, it is, then, too late.
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5/4/2024 8:59:09 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Beautiful poem Asavri. The colour remains. It never fades away....5 stars