This era of readymade woollens
easily available in myriads of varieties,
like friendship on the internet one click away,
had put our mother's needles out of use.
Still whenever a button breaks
from the plackets of my new era shirts,
it is to my mother that I retort.
From her old sewing box
she picks out spools of thread
and selects needles,
closing our ripped hearts
with gentleness and affection,
every time our new age loves
turned us to tears.
© Sobhan
easily available in myriads of varieties,
like friendship on the internet one click away,
had put our mother's needles out of use.
Still whenever a button breaks
from the plackets of my new era shirts,
it is to my mother that I retort.
From her old sewing box
she picks out spools of thread
and selects needles,
closing our ripped hearts
with gentleness and affection,
every time our new age loves
turned us to tears.
© Sobhan
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