Stitched of a false mask,

buttoned with colourful threads,

I’m needled to last,

hold me not liable,

if I don’t live up to the label,

an honourable suit weighs much,

tough to iron out wrinkled ends,

leave me untailored,untouched.

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About Rahul Aithal

I am from Mumbai, India. Composing poems gives me immense pleasure. Few poetic sites I write on are - poemhunter.com, poeticvoice.ning.com, poetfreak.com and, recently Avant-Garde-Writer's Haven (on Facebook). You could browse my other writes on my private blog, rahulaithal.blogspot.com. I am glad to have joined this site, thanks to Louis. I hope to add value and get the group going.

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