When
the smell 'on' the clothes I wore today
sticks its neck out,
unscrubb-able by my palms, uncleanse-able by the strength of my arms,
and transcends
the transient lobes of air that otherwise recycle themselves every 8 seconds,
I seek
the washerman!
the smell 'on' the clothes I wore today
sticks its neck out,
unscrubb-able by my palms, uncleanse-able by the strength of my arms,
and transcends
the transient lobes of air that otherwise recycle themselves every 8 seconds,
I seek
the washerman!
Trust. Washing Machines are also good these days..
ReplyDeleteMumbai Dhobi Ghat it reminds me of :)
Mann ka dhobi dhoondo di :D
ReplyDeleteOh god, it was ayyo :P
ReplyDeleteWish there was a washerman for mann as well :)