Whatever shall be,
Is done,
You will see,
As what is under the sun,
Is under the moon,
And the body,
The sacred garment for which we all swoon,
Some are simple, others are gaudy,
With their silhouette profiled,
Against window panes,
But when clothing the defiled,
Everything but love wanes,
So when you are naked of your skin,
Miles away from home,
Remember why you are not home with your kin,
And just why you roam,
When you find your sacred someone,
With their body, your garment of joy,
Think of the ones you've undone,
In your bare little ploy.
A contest entry
- a sacred garment... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
300 points, ended May 24, 2008, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I can see the structure is made to capture the inner thought of this journey that is called life..well done..
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