White Saree

White Saree You my friend! In White(1) Saree(2) and grim faced Your dresses were, as always, colorful and laced What happened to that enchanting, infectious smile? Where is that enthusiasm, your charming style? Death is a reality and everyone must die The living ones mustn’t be left for agony to fry Humans are not candles that burn through the night Tell me why widowers are not made to wear White Why should only women this branding endure They are also human with a heart and soul for sure Change this White Saree and in the garbage throw This is how a system that is archaic must go Come to me, my love, let me tell you what is life Your being mustn’t be embodiment of agony and strife Give up this white coffin and wear red, scarlet and pink The fountain of life is gushing out; it is for you to drink Let us, like our olden days, in horizon of thoughts fly Life’s rainbows await you; so do colors of butterfly Shed your gloom and let the roses of your cheeks blossom Walk along the valley of life hand in hand with a handsom ------ (1) In Hindu religion the widowed women are forced to wear only white cotton clothes (2) Traditional dress of Indian & Bangladeshi women and also some other far eastern countries