That Phulkari Hand Embroidered Silk Linen Saree

I followed those peacocks on that saree of yours How they spread their rainbow coloured wings 

And danced to the tune of that shepherd boy 

Who rested at the fringe of a lake beneath a sprawling tree with its green branches shot out in different directions, 

I followed by my fingers every bit of that handwoven embroidered silk linen saree of yours, Peach in the border and ocean blue in the middle, And at once was I reminded of your gearing up for a party, 

I could visualise you perfecting your eyebrows And outer lines of your lips, 

Your practised hand moving effortlessly drawing lines with pencils of different shades – pink, red, brown. 

Then that saree you wore Peacocks started dancing over your supple breasts 

Till they would stop at the valley of your navel 

The shepherd boy must have fallen asleep in the paradise 

Drenched by the fragrance of unknown blossoms which sprung out of the meadows like little stars dazzling bright under the sun of spring, 

Soft, lemony. 

That handwoven embroidered silk linen saree of yours I have kept in my closet like a dream.