Freezing Cold, thwarting winters
needle in her hand and emotion splinters
a phulkari artist weaves with pain.
giving herself a peculiar strain.
dyed with shades of yellow and pink.
while the dates come near, her heart sinks.
Each thread depicting hardships of life.
Yet in contrary circumstances, her daughter strived.
she finds the needle hard to hold,
to weave patterns bright and bold.
With sheer beauty and perfection.
This piece of art, be her rarest collection.
For when she goes to another land.
Adoring her shimmery wedding band.
If ever happiness seems a mirage,
to her surroundings ,her heart doesn’t camouflage.
The phulkari seeming a metaphor,
will act as a blessing and cure.
