Till Death You Are A Part

You been there through the ages

With multifarious usage

Never faced any stiff competition 

Nor needed fancy brand names

In different colours and shades

Different sizes, and lengths

Your presence is always needed

For sacred moments

For morning ablutions 

For wiping sweaty faces

For wiping wet bottoms

For cushioning into a pillow 

Whenever needed

You're worn on the head

Both by ladies and gents

To protect from the sun

To dry long black tresses

To hang around the neck

Tied tight around the waist

You've found your way in all places 

In the Moira's shop hanging

With the weight of milk curdled 

During pujas, during pindodaan 

From birth to death you're with us

The red and white checked humble gamcha

Much used, and much loved