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Her favorite blanket
She had a favorite blanket,
She adored so much...
After the fatigue of her day,
It wrapped her in it's arm...
In the coldness of the world,
It kept her warm...
Her favorite blanket it was...
But then one day,
It was a bit torn...
They blamed her for the harm...
May be she used it roughly,
Even when it was unnecessary....
And now the blanket,
No more keeps her warm...
The ripped part grew large,
And there she was cold again....
She hold her torn favorite blanket,
But it no more wrap her in it's arm...
Her favorite blanket it was...
And it's no more hers...
© shweta_banerjee
She adored so much...
After the fatigue of her day,
It wrapped her in it's arm...
In the coldness of the world,
It kept her warm...
Her favorite blanket it was...
But then one day,
It was a bit torn...
They blamed her for the harm...
May be she used it roughly,
Even when it was unnecessary....
And now the blanket,
No more keeps her warm...
The ripped part grew large,
And there she was cold again....
She hold her torn favorite blanket,
But it no more wrap her in it's arm...
Her favorite blanket it was...
And it's no more hers...
© shweta_banerjee
