Friday, June 03, 2011

A Few Yards of Cotton

A poem draping herself
like a few yards of cotton
going around femme mystique
forming the pleats
some perfect
some half formed
some moving with her
some against her
some making her watch her step
some giving respite in hot summer
some silent as her eyes
dreaming a distant dream
some rustling in symphony
with her glass bangles
A few yards of cotton.
Like Life.
A poem draping herself.

- Neha

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