THE GRACEFUL DRAPE

The Graceful Drape
The saree flows, a river of silk,
Each fold a story, woven in milk.
Her anklets chime with every step,
A rhythmic tale the heart has kept.

Colors bloom like a peacock's plume,
Dances weave magic, dispelling gloom.
The pleats sway, a whispering breeze,
Elegance dances with effortless ease.

With every spin, the borders gleam,
A dancer’s art, a woven dream.
She bends, she turns, a celestial lore,
The saree speaks, needing no mor