Me and My Red Saree
– a girl's ode to her favorite color
There’s something about a red saree I wear,
Like poetry flowing through the morning air.
It wraps around me not just in thread,
But in stories my heart has silently said.
When I drape it, I feel complete,
A rhythm in every pleat so neat.
It sways with grace, it holds my fire,
Both elegance and bold desire.
Red is not just a color, it’s a mood,
A whisper of strength in quietude.
It makes me blush, it makes me shine,
Like every moment in it is simply mine.
I don’t wear it for glances or gaze,
I wear it for how it sets me ablaze.
In that red, I’m a queen, I’m a flame,
No apologies, no need for fame.
So let the world spin in black and white,
I’ll wear my red — fierce, soft, and bright.
For in this saree, I find my art…
A woman in love with her own heart!
– a girl's ode to her favorite color
There’s something about a red saree I wear,
Like poetry flowing through the morning air.
It wraps around me not just in thread,
But in stories my heart has silently said.
When I drape it, I feel complete,
A rhythm in every pleat so neat.
It sways with grace, it holds my fire,
Both elegance and bold desire.
Red is not just a color, it’s a mood,
A whisper of strength in quietude.
It makes me blush, it makes me shine,
Like every moment in it is simply mine.
I don’t wear it for glances or gaze,
I wear it for how it sets me ablaze.
In that red, I’m a queen, I’m a flame,
No apologies, no need for fame.
So let the world spin in black and white,
I’ll wear my red — fierce, soft, and bright.
For in this saree, I find my art…
A woman in love with her own heart!



