Ashok Niyogi
The intricacy of stitching of a quilt,
On this, fortunes are built,
If only you knew,
I could have given away a few.
In summer, they flower
Wild trees in untended forests,
The snow rests,
The ladybird has her day,
Either which way.
Go home to the Clarion call
Go home to the shopping mall,
But buy a quilt for me today
Stitched any which way.
