Sari

I can see your waist-line

When you move around

The sight of skin makes me tremble

Where others may frown

Used to think it was a

Dress for Granmamas

But now that you’ve worn it

U’ve claimed it,

Hubba Hubba,

You own it.

But then again u look good in

A T-shirt and jeans

Or the oldest kurtas

In which one dares to be seen

I am beginning to think

It is not the sari

It is you

That makes whatever you wear

Beautiful.