The Yellow Lamp

In that hardly lit room, with just a pale yellow lamp,
he sat moonfaced staring at his ironed clothes that hung loosely on the fragile hangers.The long overcoat followed by his grey leather jacket,his collection of wine coloured shirts and tees,his favourite blacks that clicked on every occasion and so on. The last one, further down to the end was a bright coloured shirt which had lost its gleam in the dark.His memory made him think it was an original ivory but now was an elephant’s tusk.He unwillingly held that one closer to him even as the lamp flikered more often now.The fabric had worn its life away but the touch felt the same. He put it on his bare chest while the clumsy dark pants clinged onto his legs.He marvelled at that blurry mirror which camouflaged his existence!

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