Beneath the grey shawl
I still shiver and tremble,
It shrouds my figure
Yet is devoid of the warm ensemble.
Sparingly I look up
Or try to search
The tattered shawl needs a mend
Few stitches shall repair the imperfect shred.
With a needle of courage
A thread of hope
I hide the patch and refurbish
It’s a new wrap in possession
The old torn is nowhere…
Water wont seep in
through the pores of this mantle ever…
6 thoughts on “The Grey Shawl!”
Wonderful! The comparision… beautiful!
Thank you so much Arindam! How have you been doing!
I am doing fine… Par lagta hai aap is nacheez ka ghar bhool gayin…
No No,been busy since last few months and so havent been visiting many blogs lately. Will do so soon.. 🙂
Absolutely speechless at the exquisite beauty of your words:)
Iam touched Vishal that you liked the composition.