Life, a tapestry, so vibrant,
Strands of joy woven with sorrows, abundant.
Some are dark like shadows,
And some, soft and bright like meadows.
The needles of fear,
And the yarn of tears.
Together, weaving a path,
Reflecting the aftermath.
Look! She still stands,
Emerging out of the tangled strands.
With the needles of sorrow and distress,
She will weave a new velvet dress.
Her neck, adorned with pearls,
Her lotus eyes, closed yet full of moonlit twirls.
A smile so bright,
Guiding her like a light.
Now, she reclaims the tapestry,
Decorating her with glory.
The fragile borders have been strengthened,
And her spirit awakened.
