These clothes that I see
Scattered in front of me
Are not just old clothes
But a closet of memories
That brown sweater there
That my mumma made me wear
Belonged to my sister
Who's 14 years older
That white netted skirt and top
With 4 ribbons, adding red pop
Is my most favorite one, to date
I hope it won't return any hate
The sleak and tall velvet gown
Wore it when twas diwali in town
With it, I have a dark fear rested
In it I was shamelessly molested
That pure cotton salwar kameez
I carried it with so much ease
I hear my girls still telling me
You look like the cooling breeze
The yellow t shirt and cargo pants
My tomboy look, minus the brands
Wasn't being comfortable and cool
Just trying to avoid the scary drool
Pink kurta and blue jeans
At CCD we spill the beans
Our dear friends did make sure
You go down on your knees
The simple white saree there
With maroon and gold borders
The attire that adorned me
When I became forever Your's
The heavy lehenga that was reworn
Whilst all the pain I had forgone
Bringing a new life to the world,
Praying for my little new born
The blue and red jacket here
It kept me warm and worry free
As I fasted 9 days for my soul
Purify mind, body, soul - was my goal
All my dear, dear old clothes
Shaping my life in varied moulds
I am never ever getting rid of you
You're the only ones that stayed true!
Sapna...
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