The Day I Wore My Mother’s Saree!
The day I wore my mother’s saree,
Felt like I slipped into a timeless spree.
I could feel the warmth in my mother’s saree,
Of laughter and memories, of words carefree.
The saree, a legacy, draped around my frame,
Carried her grace and whispered her name.
The saree’s embrace, just like the sunlight’s beam,
A garment that reflects hope and dream.
The fabric is a bridge from past to present,
A timeless connection, a gift ever pleasant.
With each careful pleat, I could feel her near,
Her strength in my steps which gives me cheer.
I carry her charm, when I wear her saree,
In the drape of her saree, she always stays with me!
