Little pieces, little scraps,
Tiny figures, tiny parts,
woven together in an infinite loop
linking life and subtle images
shuddering when the wind touches them
each with a unique tale to tell
of a neighbour
reveling in his similarity,
of one above and one below,
now with something
different from the rest,
Oh! How the frail paper
woven with a million visions trembles
as the breeze ruffles
the sheaves
which reflect
the varied images of life.
... by Smita Bhattacharya
