Now that trust is a cloth
Mended time and again
With patches sewn together
To keep the shape intact
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Trust is compared to a piece of cloth which is mended time and again. Moreover the poetess feels it like a used tissue paper... Brilliant. The trust once broken can be mended but a crack remains there.
It is so beautiful poem, Nosheen! It will go to my favorite list.Let me quote, 'Now trust is a used up tissue paper Meant for the bin of memory.'
Wow! Beautifully penned one! Nice ending with the line 'Now trust is a used up tissue paper Meant for the bin of memory. Congrats!
'That can still hold water But will not hold something warm Or cold' - A deep, penetrating thought. Also love the last line: 'Meant for the bin of memory.'
Fantastic poem. Trust is often compromised with even a tiniest breach, rebuilt (patched up) over time, re-earned. The metaphor of cloth fits in exactly.