Theme: Clothing

Six Yards of Feelings

Every morning a crisp, starched sari
pampers me with calm caress...
I arrange its pleats with nimble fingers,
let it clasp my waist,
drape me in grace...
let the pallu fall
in synchronized folds
from my shoulder.

It gives me the right amount
of grip
and a flowing freedom
lifts my step
to a measured purpose.

By the day's end
the sari crumples,
unfolds to a formless length
on my person.

I pull it tight,
use it to dry my hands
and wipe my sweaty brow.

I mellow in its cotton.
It takes to me
like an understanding lover.

02-Apr-2006

More By  : Dr. Uma Asopa

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