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.
So much detail, very well written. I am sure ‘the sari’ is mighty pleased:-)
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Well life is in the details I think…Thank you so much for your kind words of encouragement..highly appreciated..the pleasure’s all mine…cheers and more pleats to the sari ! 😉
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Thanks 🙂
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this poem is beautiful.. I loved the details 🙂
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Thanks , the sari is beautiful… happy you enjoyed it
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yes the saari is also beautiful.. you looked pretty in it. 🙂
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Haha… every one does… thanks for the sweet compliment…
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😊
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Beautifully expressed !!!!
You look very beautiful in the Saree !!! Even I love wearing sarees
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thank you so much…the sari makes everyone look beautiful…nice to know…
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Yes …True dear… Sari makes a lady look elegant and beautiful
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You explained it so beautifully with the words. Me too Love wearing sari. You look pretty☺️☺️👌🏻
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Thank you so much…glad to meet another sari lover
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you are just looking hot , graceful and superb in this green saree. You have not missed anything. These sarees infact deserve graceful woman like you.You do full justice with them.
Love you Geet!
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Thank you so much for your kind words…much appreciated..God loves you too…
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I loved your comments. Thank you so much!
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most welcome…
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The Sari of splendour …
in glorious poetry to render.
A flag of truce,
where the heart can surrender.
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Oh my… thank you so much… the bashful sari says completely bowled over…
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What a vivid, beautiful, sensuous yet an elegant ode to the Sari. And you Miss Geet completes the poetry of Sari.
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Thank you so much for your very kind critique… humbled and encouraged… Sari is blushing as am I too…
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Beautifully expressed…. I am saying this by holding each fold in my saree close to my heart ❤
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Thank you so much… such a poetic comment… the sari is blushing…
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Miss Geet, I shared this poem without your permission. I am really sorry. I hope you don’t have a problem. But if you do please let me know. I will delete that post. But one humble submission is that your poem is lovely and need to be shared more and more. I have read it long ago but couldn’t stop thinking or blabbering with my friends. So finally shared it.
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Dear Sir, I thank you for the share, for helping my words reach a wider audience…Thank you for your kind words. I am humbled and encouraged. Peace love goodwill gratitude always…
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