It's fibres free, no knot among,
And childishly I took in hand
And twisting, formed a knotted band,
And twisting taut the string, once straight,
I stopped. Alas! It was too late.
Not straight no more, in twisted lumps,
The neat now spoiled with dips and bumps
I tried and tried, and yet the noose,
Was tight and taut; came not unloose,
And now it has become my lot,
To live with this created knot.
Nina Alahakoon (2010)
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