A vibrant hue, a bold design,
It drapes her form, a strength divine.
No longer veiled in shades of gray,
She shines in crimson, come what may.
The silken threads, a vibrant dance,
Reflect her spirit, her fierce trance.
A testament to freedom's call,
She wears her power, standing tall.
The whispers fade, the doubts retreat,
Her crimson sari, a bold feat.
A declaration, loud and clear,
She's here to conquer, banishing fear.
Categories:
saree, happiness, pride, symbolism, women,
Form: Rhyme
1
sunflowers ring
teenagers ChatGPT
Sapphic know-how
2
her décolleté blouse
and see-through saree—
curve’s vanity
3
a curled snake
with fangs ready to poison
love’s narrow passage
4
sky’s canvas-
disfigures in no time
my funny face
5
she wrings her hair
rising from the lake:
rural Venus
--R.K.Singh
Categories:
saree, beauty, nature, relationship, vanity,
Form: Haiku
MY MOTHER’S WHITE SAREE
The cupboard contained white garments,
Pure white sarees with brightness
No colours to dim its brightness
Wondered and worried why always in white sarees
Humble mom, simple mom, educated mom,
Became tragic heroine in her life span
Gave birth to four kids; grew widow at an early age
Felt frustrated, seeing in white saris
All the dreams swept away, as it was fate
Could not fight against destiny
Darkness became a nightmare
Tears were absorbed by pillows
It dried my mom’s energy
Physically, mentally and spiritually
Aspirations changed the fate
Getting rid of black holes
A way to meaningful life
Survived all these and nurtured, looked after,
Cared, loved& led the young kids
I am proud of my mom’s white saris
The purity mom charity mom always in white sarees
Aged 85 still in white sarees
Symbol of peace &sweet memories for my dad
God’s grace mom’s presence is a blessing like a heaven
I am proud of my mom’s white saris, the great mom world ever seen.
Care &love parents, and uproot the old age home.
BEENA SUDHEER
Categories:
saree, dedication, mothers day,
Form: ABC
You my friend In White Saree 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 burns 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 teach 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 handsome
1. Widowed women wear only white in Hindu Religion
2. Saree is the dress of Indian and Bangladeshi women
Categories:
saree, allegory, death, faith, life,
Form: Rhyme