That Small Purple Patch
He would try
Hiding it
It shamelessly stood
Right there on the nape
Worse than the
‘Lipstick under the collar’
All buttoned up outside
But alone
In front of the mirror
Fondly running his fingers over it
Smiling to himself
But how times changed......
The purple glow
Started turning
Hideous black
He would now
Try rubbing it away
‘Damn you!
Either leave completely
Or get the lustre back’
It’s very much still there
On his white skin
That purple patch
The constant rubbing
And the cursing
Showing results
Transformation on......
A faint speck now
Getting dimmer
With each passing day
Who knows?
It might one day
Completely disappear
Copyright © Vijai Pant | Year Posted 2020
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