Soumik’s poem describes the washing machine humming to life and spinning dirty laundry into rebirth, for Different Truths.
I wake
Every morning
The moment my wife
Switches on the washing machine
I look at the round glass door
And notice
How the clothes rotate
In the whirl
Cleansing all the dirt
And every time
I wear my white shirt
I smell
The rebirth
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