WARD-ROBE

Her ward-robe,

Color world it is.

Array of clothes

Sarees, churidhar, salwar&kameez

abound

Arranged systematically.

Perfumes gushing forth

on opening the

ward-robe

Her pride and delight know no bounds.

Memories too gush forth

From that colorful world.

Days

with no sarees, churidhar

worth the name,

the dreams she saw,

and fondled,

many a time a day,

for at least a cheap cloth,

could afford it not.

Parents, siblings all

Helpless, hapless.

Envy and sadness.

Watching her friends in colors

Tears she shed profusely,

With nobody seeing.

A colorful world

of costumes,

remained her obsession,

And now

owner of a whole world,

garden of colours

her own sweat and blood,

her ward-robe,

her pride, her delight.