repetition

i lay in mother's lap as she sways her palms over my head

her dupatta placed over me gently, love filled in every identical thread

the winds blowing by are rhythmic, just like the sound of her honeyed voice

singing my favourite song as i rejoice

my heartbeats calm, my breath relaxed

all the problems of the world seem to have collapsed

i know change is inevitable and it is the only dition

yet i believe this moment

is the most beautiful form of repetition.