The Knitter13th November 2022by Sudarshan KumaresanUnderneath the horizon, till the pristine sun shone,never did I hear any breathe besides me,but I wasn’t alone.Into the woods, where my own existence lie,where the delightful blossoms binded bythe iron-willed vines,were now unshackled, as the sacred breeze passes by.Each with their beloved ones, just was a moment of surprise, where there was one for the shoulder, and the other, for the cry… But I, I felt none of their fluke, the light,which the charming blossoms have might. Wrapped in a buttoned ramie, Magnolia,tucked inside the antique shredded pyjamas,had no hens to gaze, no chickens to amaze.Bounded by myself entirely, I did have a family…Family! thou think of the cute little drools,but I, I think of my very own tools.Was called an ‘Orphan’, even with the existence of my gene,crisis hit me with a brick, since I was a teen.So, I was raised by a ‘Knitter’, quite old and pale, who spent his entire life, leaving behind beautiful trails.The Interlock, the Fleece, andthe knitted French Terry,the Fisherman Rib Knit, would each quite vary.As a Knitter.Jr, I was taught to carve,the most beautiful outfits at all times,beginning with the hold of the yarn,I became his mime.Before, I lived with him, but now, he resides in me.His teachings are always within meand it’s true,for even if, he is no more a part of the crew.I am the ‘Knitter’, the wardenof the garment world,I protect and preserve the heritage, for all my inestimable handicrafts, I furled.Shop Now Last Seen: Feb 3, 2023 @ 2:05am 2FebUTC Sudarshan Kumaresan MarshSianuda followers3 following0 Follow Report Content Published: 13th November 2022 Last Updated: 13th November 2022 Views: 22previousFEELnextFinally, We Never Broke Apart…. Leave a Reply Cancel replyYou must Register or Login to comment on this Creation.