Got me through.

Through the years, Through the chaos
Through distraught, Through grief
I pummelled through

It was the poem, Which got me through
It was words strung together
That I used to darn my life
Sometimes I used a running stitch, Sometimes a feather
Sometime the chain, Sometimes the interlock

Together they seamed me at the edges
Kept me whole
Easily joyous
Magically wondrous
Thankful !
Oh! The power of an ode
Like a well strung string of pearls

The finite with the infinite
Love with the tears
The moon and the sun
Vastness of the sky
Humble earth
My feet and hands twirl
In sheer sublime
Like a dervish
Oneness inside
Welcoming bliss
Deep within
A verse flows
Forming the base
All for the love of a poem!

-Naznin