The Loom of Generations

Upon the loom, where threads of ages meet,
The fabric of our home begins to grow.
Each single strand, a life, a pulse, a beat,
From those who came before, in gentle flow.

A golden thread, a story bravely told,
Of struggle, triumph, laughter, and of tears,
Interwoven, precious as pure gold,
Through countless seasons, and through passing years.

The shuttle flies, with purpose, strong and deep,
Connecting moments, shaping what we are,
The promises our ancestors would keep,
Guiding our journey, like a distant star.

Each knot a challenge, overcome with grace,
Each vibrant hue, a joy that brightly shone,
A tapestry of time, a sacred space,
Where every lineage is clearly known.

The warp and weft, a heritage so vast,
Traditions passed, from loving hand to hand,
A complex pattern, built to truly last,
Across the breadth of time's expansive land.

This loom of generations, ever true,
Weaves our identity, profoundly deep,
A sense of belonging, strong and ever new,
The silent promises our spirits keep.

The resulting fabric, beautiful and strong,
Our truest home, a masterpiece of art,
Where every thread and every soul belong,
A woven legacy, from heart to loving heart.

- Khushi Kaul