She sits by herself, all alone
But she’s there for me when I’m sullen and low
I talk endlessly, she listens- patiently
She knows when I’m happy, she knows when I’m sad
And gives me the feel of a caring hand.
When I cry, when I hurt,
She wipes my tears as I pour out my heart.
Holding me close and hugging me tight,
In her own silent way she tells me it’s going to be alright.
When I’m happy she rejoices with me,
I can feel the warmth in her closeness to me
Through tears and joys we make our way
Me and my companion never will sway
Lying there faded, my blanket of old
Even without a life, I can feel that heart of gold.
-Leha
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The Literary Affair 
Leha, I loved the succinct poem. Many a times we get attached to something that gives us comfort and support like the blanket here.
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Thank you Vandana, very true. We all have our sources of comfort:)
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One of my toddler’s friends sleeps with a blanket on even during summers. She calls it her friend. Your poem reminded me of that little girl. So poignant.
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How sweet, a little warm friend for a little girl
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This reminds me how some kids are attached to such things.
Loved it š
Ms Arora
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Yes, and sometimes the kid in us comes out:)
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so sweet…actually I must say…comforting
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Thanks so much:)
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so much warmth wrapped around the poem!! BTW whats the meaning of ur name; its beautiful.
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Thanks so much. It is Sanskrit for mixture š
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That’s why blankets are known as Comforters, I guess…they give us comfort š #wordsmithkaurreads
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We get attached to all unexpected things and they hold a special place in our life. Beautifully penned thoughts.
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Would it be cliche to say that I fall in love with your blog? Just loving reading it.
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Very well penned..
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A relatable poem. Many of us find comfort in things, food or pets. They don’t judge or stop and provide a comforting shoulder.
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There are material things like your blanket or my pillow which can provide comfort no one else can… The best part is they let us be alone as well! Very beautifully written poetry…
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That’s a very nice point you made there. They are with us, yet they give us the space we need:)
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So beautifully put together Leha! Some people feel this comfort in their beds and some in their pets.
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That’s so true, pets are another beautiful source of comfort
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I think there’s nothing more comforting than a blanket š
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Certainly:)
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The poem is so. Meaningful I really liked the gust of it
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Thank you:)
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Beautiful poem
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Thank you for reading!
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How touching! My niece always sleeps with her favourite friend “her blanket” You have expressed it so beautifully Leha!
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Thanks Surabhi. Oh, her blanket is her favourite friend, so sweet!
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Such a beautiful poem, loved it
#MyFriendAlexa #mommyinmereads
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Thank you:)
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There was a time when I used to get attached to my bath towels:). MJy mom used to get mad at me thinking it was some crazy eccentricity.
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Hahaha, that’s sweet
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Wow Good one Leha. Didn’t expect that it was ablanket.
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Thank you Ramya:)
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I think we all are attached to something special which gives us comfort no matter how shaggy or useful it seems to other.
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Yes, things that hold sentimental values:)
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If not for the picture which gave it away, I wouldn’t have guessed its the blanket. Nicely done
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Then my goal is achieved! Thanks:)
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We get attached to unimaginable things and they continue to hold a prominent place in our life. Beautifully penned thoughts. š
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Oh they do:) Thank you
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This is terrific. My blanket has cleaned so many tears all these years
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Blankies are tireless aren’t they!
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This is so sweet. I can relate to all you have written here. My kids cuddle with their soft toys and I need a pillow hug to comfort myself. that is our shaggy comfort š
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Am so glad you found it relatable š Ah, soft toys were another childhood joy.
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Loved this peom..I have many such things that give me the Best comfort then any other costly ones
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Often it is those old tattered treasures that give us most joy, no? š
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beautiful poem such nice thoughts
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Thank you š
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Brilliantly written poem. Indeed, nothing can replace that shaggy comfort!
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Thanks so much:) I agree,nothing can
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Nice….
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Lovely poem! Crisp and well-written
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Thank you for stopping by:)
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That’s such a comforting poem, Leha. We all have someone with whom we feel the warmth of comfort and blanket is one of them.
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Am glad you liked it:)
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I am attached to my Pillow this way. It knows me very well and whispers at me every Night, that the day other side is going to be right.and bright. Lovely poem…
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That’s so sweet:)
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loved the epigrammatic style of the poetry. Fabulous.
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Thanks a lot š
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Wow so beautifully described. Absolutely true. one may find comfort even in a blanket or pillow.
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Yes really true. *me snuggling against my pillow* ;p
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Such a sweet little poem ā¤ Innocence of childhho well captured
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Thank you Veena:)
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Wow you had done magic with your words. loved these lines. #surbhireads
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Thanks so much!
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