We stitch our days
Into the fabric of our lives;

I have lost the old craft.
The design has gone awry;
Instead of one theme I have many;
Here is happiness and sorrow,
A patch of regrets
And this knot of indifference;

I have put them together.
It does not dazzle
Like a brilliant tapestry.

It is a patchwork quilt.
Like me, shapeless and plain;
But it tells a story,
And it keeps me warm.

Diptesh Ghosh