ALSphere Foundation
It was nothing more than
A few dots stitched together
In a straight line in red – my mother’s saree.
It fascinated me – that border of red dots
Against the green.
I would trace the pattern
And tug at the thread and soon
It began to break till it hung in loose strands.
It never left the fabric though.
It broke – that thin border,
Into a porous stretch.
I still have that saree.
I no longer cling to it
When I sleep,
But I do tug at borders
Made of dark dots strung together
With thick red ropes ;
And when they break
And hearts embrace
A peace descends within.
A few dots stitched together
In a straight line in red – my mother’s saree.
It fascinated me – that border of red dots
Against the green.
I would trace the pattern
And tug at the thread and soon
It began to break till it hung in loose strands.
It never left the fabric though.
It broke – that thin border,
Into a porous stretch.
I still have that saree.
I no longer cling to it
When I sleep,
But I do tug at borders
Made of dark dots strung together
With thick red ropes ;
And when they break
And hearts embrace
A peace descends within.
