Treasure Island

Tadasha Tripathy

(19/12/93 / Sonepur, ODISHA

The Thread


If a simple thread
Can create a relation
Can maintain a relation
Can cares about a relation
Then that's not a thread
That's a sample of love
Created by our culture
And maintained by our society
A step towards the try
To make the world a family
Half made and half spread.

Submitted: Wednesday, August 21, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, August 21, 2013

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On the eve of RAKHYABANDHAN.

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  • Geetha Jayakumar (8/21/2013 8:58:00 AM)

    Yes, very beautiful write Silvi..Each relationship is tied in thread...and it becomes our duty to keep the thread intact from breaking...Loved this poem especially on rakshabandhan day. (Report) Reply

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