Me, me!!!
- Sepiamniac
- Madras, TAMIL NADU, India
- Not an outdoor person.. prefer to get buried beneath books, music and movies... has these strange philosophies about life that might puzzle you. At the same time, likes to live life. Loves simple people, especially those who veil their formidable knowledge behind humility (The poems here don't reflect my mind or anyone else's. Maybe, just a patch of what various people go through.)
Saturday, December 7, 2013
The white saree
The cloth that hung loosely on her.
It covered just as much as she wanted to hide.
It was all that she had.
A hanky to wipe the perspiration.
A cover up for her tears.
That she shed silently.
Or the warm fabric
That she drew closely.
When she felt exposed
She tugged it close to her heart.
All day long, all through night
Even when the dreams failed.
And when the nightmares spread their clutches.
The white saree that was hers.
The cloth that hung loosely on her.
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