Memories of Woolen Threads
Submitted By: Prajakta Sanjay Karekar
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My memories are woolen threads- Pink, purple, blue, green, and red. Given by people whom I loved the most, The rest were mixed by the ones left ashore. New threads came with changing seasons. Entangled around me in all directions. One fine day, these choked my neck. Before I collapsed, I paused to check. Sorting them by colors, I sat staring. Repeating hues of thoughts kept telling - ‘Fixing every thought and not people, that’s right; As they reflect your inner world- Be it bright or dark as night.’ Realizing the depth, I wove a woolen swing, And saved myself from falling!
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