An Ode to the Sari

An Ode to the Sari

 

-to six yards of grace n elegance

-to accommodating every size ‘n’ shape

-to the versatility of the unstitched wonder

-to its cinching all women into hour glass figures

-to sculpturing sexy silhouettes

-‘n’ to preserving modesty ‘n’ decorum with safety pins

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-to showing little ‘n’ leaving more to the imagination

-to the concealing mystique in layering

-to the thrill of solving mystery

-to the childish delight in unwrapping presents

-‘n’ to peeling layer by layer, the human psyche, to its bare core

– also to taking its own sweet time in tying  ‘n’  yet easily being flung apart in a second’s notice if need be

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-to free fabric meandering over every curve ‘n’ undulation of the Wonderland

-to its scintillating single sheath on the upper torso

-to the fluttering pallu flirting with the wind

-to the teasing navel ‘n’ midriff

-to the airy breeze inside the tent

-to the ruffling murmurs of its pleats kicking

-to the peek a boo of the ankles

-to its quiet fall on Mother Earth

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-to the glistening beads of passion on the neck line collecting in the twin valley

-to freely wafting aromas of sweat from the armpits

-to perspiration trickling down the legs in hot climates

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-to a heaving outlet for rhythmic emotions of the heart

-to camouflaging peaks of arousal

-to hiding swellings even when bursting at the seams

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-to the masculine rectangle elongating its length to match the increasing diameter of the concentric feminine circles

-to the sharp incline of the classic pallu from right to left, the first precursor of mortal man’s imminent rise or fall

-to its pleats tucked tight at the cord whence all life originates ‘n’ radiates

-to all its intricate workings ‘n’ being held together only by a string

– ‘n’ to the knot of its petticoat completely unravelling both Adam n Eve

-and to nevertheless also allowing easy access when time is hard pressed

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-to its discretely shading ‘n’ fanning the beloved’s face

-to reverently covering the Goddess in a place of worship

-to its soft cushion ‘n’ playful folds engaging a naughty child

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-to the cheeky derriere giving flying kisses even when she leaves

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To the sari as captivating in my mind as Giovanni Maria Benzoni’s

Veiled Rebecca

 

Due apologies to you, Respected sir…

Indeed, I am convulsing in rapture at thy diverse charms!

I love wearing saris, but feel free to let me know if I missed anything.I hope it does some justice to the beauty of the sari.Dear readers, your honest feedback and suggestions will be highly appreciated.