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The blue shirt
Then as the spring to summer converts, The markets flooded with brand new shirts. A purple one attracted my eye, And to buy that one, I told all sorts of lies. It was quite pretty, what the mannequin bear But too ugly it looked, when I did a wear. Then I realized I could not wear the purple either But there was a shade which I still could wear It was the earthy blue…………… Then the trees became naked, The season began to fade. Soon summer became belated, And came the season of drier shades. The purple, yellow and the orange had made me depressed Of the wrong choices I made, And to provide myself a little comfort I decided to buy a new shirt. I bought some shirts of mundane shades, Shades of ash and the lonely grey. Perhaps I wouldn’t wear it, I had a doubt It was too common -to stand out in a crowd! Then I realized I could not wear The sad little shades of ash and grey.
By Huzaifa Malik5 years ago in Poets
The Blue Shirt
A blue shirt, that’s all I had And a pretty little smile to make me glad. Days flowed and came the flowery season And to buy a new shirt, I had a solid reason. I bought a yellow, all bright and sunny But in my complexion, it looked kind of funny. Then I bought an orange, in accordance to the occasion So hot that I almost sweat and was filled with perspiration. I realized I could not wear the orange or the yellow But there was a shade which I still could wear It was the decent blue…… Then as the spring to summer converts, The markets flooded with brand new shirts. A purple one attracted my eye, And to buy that one, I told all sorts of lies. It was quite pretty, what the mannequin bear But too ugly it looked, when I did a wear. Then I realized I could not wear the purple either But there was a shade which I still could wear It was the earthy blue……………
By Huzaifa Malik5 years ago in Poets
