The Comfort Of A Kerchief

The Comfort Of A Kerchief short poem

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It is most just and so fair
And not just any scrap of square.
For gentle lady and kind Sir
Need this linen to leave and stir.

Her flowing sari is draped perfectly
The blouse contrasts most fittingly.
Her hair is set and the shoes are kept
But without the kerchief she won’t be swept.

His shirt is tucked and pants are pressed
The boots shine and wait for the rest.
He’s dressed and geared but cannot leave
Without the comforting kerchief at sleeve.

They wipe and weep with this square
Dirt and dampness are in its care.
The human body is humorously huge
And need this fragile square for refuge.

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A law student by day and an amateur writer a bit later in the day. Disclaimer : I am not particularly scholarly to be considered a poet. My poems are mostly still in the TRY part of poetry. And with that sad observation I hope to post and improve my writing. Why I do it: Sometimes I find the soothing rhythm of poetry somewhat simplifies a complexity and is the perfect way to unwind and undo those knots. So as long as my head gets knotty, my refuge will lie in poetry.
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