aren’t all of us knitted patchwork quilts?
woven with thoughts, wild and free
doesn’t our heart wish to stop and smile,
at every wildflower, every tall tree?
unkempt and roughly woven in places,
at times made intricately, with care,
this fabric’s a blend of colours and hues,
each with its own innate flair.
and this quilt has its frayed ends,
where the yarn is unbound and loose,
corners where it’s an impeccable mirror,
just like a poet’s raw muse.
as one chapter glides into another,
the yarn incessantly weaves and weaves,
creating a world that can be something
as simple as a plethora of patchwork quilts.
-mugdha