“THE GARDEN OF THREADS”

In the garden of threads, where colors bloom,
Crafted by hands in a quiet room,
Gulmohar petals of fiery hue,
Yellow, orange, and red in view.
Twisting stems in delicate form,
Soft to touch, yet vibrant and warm,
Each stitch a whisper, a tale to tell,
Of nature's beauty, caught in a spell.
Under the sun or in the shade,
These petals in yarn shall never fade,
A timeless dance of color and thread,
Where the spirit of gulmohar is gently spread.

- Hima Bindu