The Cloth Of Hurt

the mirrors reflection stares back at me
with long dark curls
a smile-less face
and searching dark eyes
carefully I turn
this way and that
at my cast reflection
I even peer back over my shoulder
to make certain
yes,
I am sure
it is indeed sadness
that sheathed me in its dress
so closely to my body it fits
my new agony wear
suggests everything it hides
leaving nothing to the imagination

by Eila Mahima Jaipaul

Comments (2)

The poet compares the spring with love and happiness in the life which all we need. The beautiful poem though in limited sentences having its relevance and beauty while go through it and this has done very well by the poet.
Dear Archie your poem is absolutly beautiful, what a beautiful poem keep writing, christina.