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To college in a traditional sari
by Nikesh Murali 

Sunday, May 25, 2003

For all you women out there..my respects and love!

To college in a traditional sari As eyes as small as mice, Drip with imprudent jealousy. In a traditional sari You enter the realm of dreamy, jilted liars. You alone, shining like the graceful moon, Sans the shady ditches; Its fibrous, creamy arms hugging your dizzying form. I dream of it, Of creating a wall of cloth, So soft, it melts As sunrays titter And be the robe that sleeps on your balmy skin. I wish I were the folds in your sari, Carefully trimmed and fixed at places Like the mellowing crest of a wave; Ripples that hop with stony crave. I travel like an estranged lover In the shady realm between the folds; Phrasing unrequited love, The muzzy skylines that tilt and sway, A border with a golden hue; I wish I were a golden thread Over which you run your mellifluous digits. As pungent gazes of desire scan your glowing mane, My eyes spot your beautiful mind. Mirrored in your smiles O! Charming maiden, How traditional my love is Like your attire that intoxicates me.