Ralli whispers, stories untold, A legacy in threads of gold.
Sun-kissed hands, a needle’s song,Desert dreams in fabric strong.
Sindh’s embrace, a vibrant hue,Warming nights, skies vast and blue.
Her spirit stitched, a silent pride,Ralli quilts, where cultures hide.
Each stitch a thread, a future sewn,Hope’s promise, brightly, gently shown.
Centuries old, her skills remain,Ralli’s magic, whispered in the grain.
May 05, 2021.
Shahnawaz Chachar
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