It's between knots and strings
The affair is about how it clings,
Those shades and espousal,
Becomes the reason of craze and arousal.
The acquiesce, at times demur
Altogether works in her vogue,
The world provokes...
She stitches with her soul.
The threads, the colour riots all alone,
Her son wears it when forlorn.
She shouts in misery of not seeing him often,
His eyes cry and moisten,
The days are long...
Her wait is strong...
The fashion has changed.
The passion and warmth still remained,
Those old eyes gazed,
The fingers never lamed,
The knot has waved a nought
But the bond?
The strings today are loose,
The warmth woven in thread still rules...