My Attire Speaks To Me ..

The moment I unlock my cupboard,

all the attires so pretty and colourful steal my heart,

 Remind me of my hangout with each one of them.

 Scattered and unshelved attires look grim and boring, in a hurry to spill out.

Each had its unique appearance and a story to carry along,

And a rush to speak its celebration.

Cotton attires knew their importance as they own Summer season.

Skirts, shirts, palazzo and trendy tops all in all in my closet,

Just to say hi to my classy attires squeezing them to cherish memories little higher,

Unveiling the moments of meetups and fire.

Delegating for smoky white is so very bright for it dazzles your collar all right.

I pity my unheeded stock of dresses peeping through for their turn is unheard.

Silks are my favorites and draping saree  is my passion,

Invitations are welcome as they help my drape’s sequel.

The outrageous dressing is nuances to some

 but my  attires seldom speak to me saying ‘it is none of their business,

 Its your choice and my charm, carry me along .”



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Written by Great.S.Upase


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