The story of a Blanket

My love,

A blanket for the winter,

Was all we needed

to  keep us tender and snug.

Thread by thread,

Smeared with love

for Us,

I’d begun to weave.

I am so shaken

when you uttered,

One for Me

Another for You.

I am wounded,

As I realized

What you meant!

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© 2016 Ajay Pai (Reserved)

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