White My grandma used to say "Clothes tell story, | English Poetr

"White My grandma used to say "Clothes tell story, A tale of what we have always been. They hold a beginning and the end And everything that's in between" Her cotton, soft Sarees are now keepsakes, They hold the happy rays of the sun, The times when she danced in beams, Those good old days of fun. The rough white patches on its edges Are badges of what she has earned, The freckles and marks of lifetime, Of hands that left no stone unturned. ©Anagha Ukaskar"

White My grandma used to say "Clothes tell story,
A tale of what we have always been.
They hold a beginning and the end
And everything that's in between"

Her cotton, soft Sarees are now keepsakes,
They hold the happy rays of the sun,
The times when she danced in beams,
Those good old days of fun.

The rough white patches on its edges
Are badges of what she has earned,
The freckles and marks of lifetime,
Of hands that left no stone unturned.

©Anagha Ukaskar

Anagha Ukaskar

White My grandma used to say "Clothes tell story, A tale of what we have always been. They hold a beginning and the end And everything that's in between" Her cotton, soft Sarees are now keepsakes, They hold the happy rays of the sun, The times when she danced in beams, Those good old days of fun. The rough white patches on its edges Are badges of what she has earned, The freckles and marks of lifetime, Of hands that left no stone unturned. ©Anagha Ukaskar