The Saree

She was first admired from afar:
Her alluring color and exquisite design.
Adorned when draped around one's body
Hugging, while lovingly curving it's way.
Her genteel fingers ran through them.
Creating waves of fabric, tucked on her sloped waist.


She swished it around as lightly as the breeze.
Pleating them on her drooping shoulders.
She stands in gleaming light, facing her sleek face,
In the mirror, her golden ornaments complimented her.
I acclaim from afar, the simplicity, I see
Of a woman in a saree.