The Red Saree
The Red Saree


They locked me up in an empty jewel box,
When I am a young lady
They placed me in the antique room
Since they want me "silent"
Silent! They can glance inside-
A heavily embroidered sari-unraveling
they should have trapped a butterfly instead
To marvel, at the patterns on the wings-
When innermost values are exposed
Just simple as a black bindi
Trailing a colorful shawl- running past the entrance gates