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