Seamstress sowing up a dress
Ideation drawn out as yarn
Every word a warp a weft
Then the stiches of your grace
Writing is a gift you gave
Like my mom and nani made
Dresses for me as a child
So too every morning you
Dress me up in peaceful joy –
Solitude indeed a bliss
लगता है कि तुम शब्दों के इंद्रजाल में पूरी तरह से समा गई हो। बहुत सुन्दर।