I watch, awestruck, as
you took my tears then
weaved them into cloth. 
Embroidered with golden
silks you pulled from the
fabric of your heart.

Shalimar is in you!
My mother IS a Taj Mahal. 
Her every breath's a nectar;
it is cardamom's caress.

Mamta.
Kash Baloch, 2018.

- Kash Baloch