Cloth Poem by Deepta Protik Osman

Cloth, always, beautiful lot
A matter, whether not.
All throws them away
When see not beautiful spray,
With sorrow the cloths lay:
Cloth covers shame
Cloth not lame
as long as to cover shame.
Ugly cloths wrecked
By another shame.
Required cloths
Two shameful bloths.
Cloths worn as games
But when they torn shames.
Cloths are worn with two shames
But when will torn for lames.
All cloths look, all to same
But not, when away, shame.
Cloths become lames
When never to cover shames,
Like a demand in humanity’s game.
Denying the beauty, one fact of world
This, the second shame acts.

9/7/09