Saree poem
Saree: A Symphony of Threads
Six yards of dreams spun into silk, A single canvas where stories are built. No zippers, no seams just flowing grace, A dance of colors, a timeless embrace.
In its folds, whispers of resilience reside, Threads of courage woven side by side. Sequins sparkle, but within lies more— The laughter, the tears, the battles we wore.
From bustling streets to festive halls, The saree drapes all, defying walls. A bride’s blush, a mother’s pride, It weaves life’s moments, thread by thread.
Each pleat holds secrets, a woman’s song, Of love, of strength, where she belongs. It shapes her curves, sensuality’s art, Layers concealing, yet revealing her heart.
“Saree, my love,” you’re a symphony untold, A legacy spun in silk and gold. Originality blooms in every weave, A masterpiece of tradition, forever to believe.