Rose of perfection
Emerged from hiding,
Once unseen by world
Amazed by your sight
Of long graceful stem
Held like the finest wine.

Many little petals,
Perfectly pieced together

Standing upright and strong.
Mesmerize me with words
Of scented dialect unknown
Having your wholeness
Is what I wish for,
Tell me, with what—

Needle and thread can sew.
Many broken pieces of self.

Indu Shanmugam