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She was made with threads,

sewn with memories light and dark,

woven with care and depths of heart,

torn at seams, strings pulled apart,

stained with love that couldn’t last.


She wove her untold stories in her threads,

She tied her silent hopes in her knots,

She brought the fibre of all that she is

into the fabric of all that you are.


She always wore herself with grace.

(dedicated to all the wonderful women in my life)


Sarthak Handa

Kellogg MBA ’20 | IIT Kanpur | Product |

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