In this Robe that my body adorns,
What lingers is your amusing
attire.
To let it sublime, I wash it for
once
And again; I let my Robe crackle,
Iron down your crumbling presence.
But that do not erase those
creases.
And Blemishes of grudge and grievances,
Do not fade away by mere washing of
it.
#Translated
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