Pink Dress

Posted in કાવ્યો by saryu on June 17th, 2015

Pink Dress

Many moons ago, the query and quest,
When my Bena made me a pretty pink dress.

“Why little girl! Your grandma made a dress?
What could be the reason and for what occasion?”

“I don’t know why! Maybe, just because
Or, I may guess, because I am a princess.”
“How do you know and who says so?”
“A princess is who I am; my Papa says so.
I’ll wear my dress and go to a fair,
All my friends will gleefully stare.”

The flowers are fresh and petals rose-pink
I hold memory link, and feel tickled pink
Bouquet in my hand, matching with my gown
A shear shimmering veil, a coronation crown

Those days, and the dress, with seasons they did fade
The princess in me, still shines like a jade.

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