A cloth hanger felt for a white sparkling gown..

It was some evening n he was drunk. Bullied n teased by his friends, he sat down to write all that he wanted to say to the white sparkling gown.. n strange as it may sound.. a cloth hanger wrote...

When holding you in the dark closet, 

not with any side intentions.. 

But just to support you.. 

I have felt for you.. 

Oh white sparkling gown..  

I know you are too... fancy, 

I know.. Its not rite.. 

N You love to go out 

With that black tuxedo, 

hanging by your side... 

I know.. Its too silly to think, we can make a pair... 

Just know.. m always here... 

To hold.. To support you.. 

In case U just wanna stay..  

know... I have felt for you... 

That designer case, you came in.. 

Whispered to me "Lucky guy!" 

n while I was lost in sorting out a 'why?' 

You were hung on me.. 

I smiled n said.. " lucky guy..." :) 

n since then, I owe by being to you... 

Holding you in this dark closet. 

not with any side intentions.. 

But just to support you. 

somewhere with time, I have felt for you.. 

You n me.. we came from different worlds. 

You were hand stitched.. beautified.. 

made one of your kind.. 

n I came in lots... So many alike. 

I was dead before you.. 

Serving shirts n skirts..n Ts n nighties. 

U were most alive.. Showcased, catching every eye. 

But now.. 

When holding you.. 

- just to support you.. 

as if I have found life.. 

May be.. Its too silly, but I just need to say.. 

n you need not to listen..

 "I have felt for you!"