Dream Weaver

Poem By Aritri Chakrabarty

My mind's a master in weaving dreams
For yards the golden zari flows

Why is it that when memories come up
The weft always breaks.. threads always knot?

Comments about Dream Weaver

threads always knot, good one
It happens because it's illusion dear.


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