Kavyakankshini...bewitching words spun with spindles of thought and quicksilver yarn...: When mother braided hair...


When mother braided hair...

A comb of memories
Runs across tresses of lifetimes
Tears oil them well...
Nourish them...
Remember those deft strokes
Unlocking each strand
Undoing each knot
Slowly you laboured
Daily, a ritual
A dance of your hands
As they deftly parted
And halved for once
Your hands run
To braid each part
Interlocking lives
Securing tender moments
One cross at a time
Criss cross cross criss
Your pleats grew
Out came a dainty ribbon to adorn
That thick braid
And secure it tightly
To last till eternity

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