No sigh ever escaped her breath,
no distress
no disappointment
Just acceptance.
Humming 'Hare Krishna, Hare rama' under her breath,
she weaved them like verses of Bhagawat Gita,
repeating, again and again.
Like the tick-tock of a clock that galloped away.
As time trickled through her fingers,
She knead that woolen wall hanging -
yellow, green and white.
She had questions but she never asked,
Even then, she never forget to look inside.