Nazia Sultan Poet Free verse

Tie Dye in July

Tie Dye in July



Like Phulkari women in July  
I dye the plain days  
then stitch gold flowers where the sun burned me

Like dyeing fabric with turmeric indigo and madder root  
I carved yellow joy under the amaltas bench forever

Singing while embroidering with messy thread on the floor

Summer heat reminds me of sorrow  
curved in black thread of thorn

With wounded fingers I make the woman  
who wore burning coal on her feet

The vibrant red reflects my emotions  
and love for my past life

Then I turn to another phase  
when shibori binds me in July heat  
sashiko mends me with white thread  
tie the chaos stitch the light back in

Every color blends and comes together  
like a rainbow after rain

Memories are crafted with grey ash  
and sometimes with vibrant amber

Healing and wounded  
like a storm stuck in a heaven star

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Sotto Poet August 18, 2026 at 12:05 AM The poem's flow is seamless, and the use of great imagery gives depth to the portrayal of summer. It's a delight to read; congratulations on your contest win, Nazia. Nazia Sultan August 18, 2026 at 8:45 AM Thank you so much, dear poet, for all your kind comments on the poems I wrote. Every time your appreciation makes me feel so happy. May God bless you and your loved ones with a happy and peaceful life. Ameen

Alison A Smith July 18, 2026 at 2:35 AM Beautiful use of imagery. Nazia Sultan July 18, 2026 at 3:49 AM Thanks Alison Smith for Ur time and kind words.This poem beautifully captures the spirit of Punjab. In the summer heat, women gather to do Phulkari embroidery, singing and stitching vibrant flowers on cloth while sharing stories. It’s where tradition meets color and resilience. This piece is a tribute to those hardworking women whose hands turn heat and hardship into art and life.

Ink Empress July 18, 2026 at 12:15 AM I cant get over " Memories are crafted with grey ash and sometimes with vibrant amber Healing and wounded like a storm stuck in a heaven star" wow! My heart is palpitating to the profoundness of your poetic words woven here! Exquisite! Absolute pleasure reading ~ Sending you light always Nazia Sultan July 18, 2026 at 3:51 AM Thanks ink for Ur beautiful appreciation.In my art world poetry in the fusion of emotions+ imagination+ reality woven into one piece.