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The Pullover
by Jyoti Aggarwal
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Give me the pullover that he once had worn,
I love to wear it though I know it’s torn.

18 years gone, while it’s kept down in bed,
By now silver fish must have kissed its every thread.

A moth must have cut many holes out of it,
Only I know how much I adore wearing it.

Dull, outdated, howsoever oversized it may be,
Putting it on brings me closer to thee.

Its threads smell of naphthalene,
As I breathe, the aroma pierces deep within.

For all I am wearing an old pullover that once belonged to you,
But to me it feels as if I am hugging you.


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October 29, 2010
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