Oh, dear towel upon the balcony wide,
Neglected and forgotten, left outside.
Last night's raindrops adorned your woven strands,
In nature's embrace, you felt the touch of her hands.
Gently you soaked, drenched in moonlit dew,
Silent witness to the night sky's magical view.
Yet, as morning arrived, you awaited my care,
Unaware of the plight that soon you would bear.
When I approached, you shivered in the breeze,
Cold and wet, a victim of my negligence, please,
Forgive me, dear towel, for leaving you there,
Exposed to the mansoon, without any care.
Now I hold you in my hands, heavy and damp,
Once a source of comfort, now in need of revamp.
Yet, through your wetness, a lesson is taught,
The value of responsibility, a lesson hard-fought.
For you, dear towel, have taught me today,
That actions have consequences, come what may.
I'll dry you gently, with warmth and embrace,
Apologizing for the discomfort I've caused in this place.
And as you regain your softness and shine,
Know that you'll always hold a place in my mind.
For in your dampness, I see my own flaw,
A reminder to be mindful, to adhere to life's law.
So, let this be a lesson for you and for me,
To treasure what we have, both wild and free.
For even in mishaps, there's wisdom to glean,
In a towel's wet plight, a story unseen.
-Prashant Sethia
