Struggling to survive in a foreign land
I met an old lady, working on a small piece of quilt
"Lovely", I remarked
Proudly she showed me nine more pieces made by her friends
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Even when we are alone... we are never alone.. like the way you build this one with an amazing ending to this poem...
we are not alone, once we try to open up the imaginary wall around us.. The poem is very beautiful as the quilt..Thank you, savita Tyagi..
A nice dedication to friend, and a teacher as well, important everywhere but especial in a foreign land.