Lured by the needle,

In a moment of tedium

The thread lost its freedom.

A promise of adventure,

A call for companionship

Impelled it to an affair of dependence.

Embracing the needle,

Did the thread become its lover or follower?

Dancing to the former’s whims and fancies.

Initially everything felt rosy,

The thread was in perfect sync with the needle

Till it started feeling like bondage.   

The thread had its color,                                                                                                                                                                    

But its patterns were governed by the needle

Everyone said they needed each other.

The thread was at crossroads, thinking

Is it a symbiotic relationship?

Or am I artfully caged?