Woven Memories
looking from my window
down the street
the children's playing cricket
& women's doing shopping
the loud screams of vendors
the loud noise of vehicles
I sit in my room
and watch it all happen
only to remember...
I was like those children's
my mother was like those women's
time pulled it's dirty tricks
leaving me to count days alone
and taking my mother with him
far beyond the horizon,
where my hands feel short
leaving me with memories
sown in my head
like a cloth woven from wool
Copyright © Maanvinder Pilania | Year Posted 2025
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