HANDKERCHIEF

The handkerchief
Inside the pocket
Wipes the sweat of
Pain and pus
From the pores of face
And the corner of an eye

In times of spare
It turns in many ways
Creasing side-flap, or
The diagnal fold
Molding into a mould
Morphing into each-other

Many inanimate
Find their life
Bed, ball and bowl;
Many animate
Travel dead
Cat, rat and bat.

Twist and turn
And the imagery run,
The hankerchief fun
Stiches the wounds
Playing with fingers, on
Palm of the hand