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Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Mom’s Sari

Mom’s sari is in my wardrobe
Untouched since last five years
White, a bit yellowed
But it hangs there next to my clothes
The fragrance is still there
Of lavender, the perfume
That she used after she bathe
It was one of her prized collections
Elegantly dressed
She wore only during special occasion
White, silky fine
The shine is still there
Mom is never coming back
She will never ever wear it
But it stands there in my ward robe
Know not till when

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