A Needle In Time
A work so fine
At stitch number ninety-nine
But all its eye sees, is a chaotic array of thread
Of the disorderly stitches, like a spider’s web
Sadness engulfs the needle’s timid mind
What’s the use of this endless grind?
Is there a purpose to all this pain?
Asked the needle, as it bore through the cloth’s frame
No answers were found
And it continued to mound
Till the end of time
It moved in line
Time’s over
Told a whisper
Need to move on
Realizations dawn
As it lay dangling in fear
For it knows that the end is near
Death arrives
Thread breaks
Cloth flips
Needle awakens!
Curtain is raised
And it’s life-work revealed
In front of its one-eyed vision
Lay its own marvelous creation
All questions now erase
As the needle fell into beauty’s warm embrace
Joy, angst, love and fear
All the emotions possible to bear
Fill it’s trembling heart
In appreciation of the master’s magnificent art
It wasn’t at all in vain
Now knows the needle, with no more disdain
Time to start afresh, at a brand new spree
As the needle, is now free!
Copyright © Swati Soni | Year Posted 2018
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