Stain

That stain remained
No matter how much I cleaned

I scrubbed, I cleansed,
I ran away from those black streets
but that stain stayed.

I cried for help
begged to be freed
but no one paid any heed

I am all black now
unaccepted, unwanted fellow
Is it my fault I am only a shadow…

9 Replies to “Stain”

  1. It is not at all I your fault.

    Beautiful piece?

    1. Thanks a lot Rashmi ?

    1. Thanks Jon ?

  2. E chi è che non ha una macchia?

    1. True Paola. Everyone does have it.

  3. Maybe you are the umbra of someone’s penumbra. ?

    1. You really have a way with words, Harsh. Love it!
      And yes, could be possible 🙂 Thank you

      1. Thank you Kanika. ? the pleasure is all mine.

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