The photograph
sits on a shelf,
a silent reminder
of the little girl
i once was.
The hem of my
red zari bordered skirt
half conceals and half reveals
two tapering feet with tiny toes,
encased in silver anklets.
Did my jingling anklets
ever fill silences?
And when was
the last time i wore
a zari bordered skirt?
The picture captures
a time bygone-
a femininity now
transformed over the years
of confusing childhood.
madhumakhi,
ReplyDeleteOh a sweet image of looking back to the innocence of childhood days. Days which always pass, before we know it!
Eileen
Madhumakhi, I love the innocence of this piece.
ReplyDeletePamela
cute..
ReplyDeleteYou make me nostalgic, the poem is beautiful just like our ethnic Indian dresses.
ReplyDeleteAh one little piece of revisiting the childhood days of innocence and more importantly happiness... I know,we seem to forget the little things that matter...
ReplyDeleteHas got a nice feel to it...:)
A lovely poem about the innocence of childhood and precious pieces you remember. The second verse is my favourite - beautiful images strung together in a fashion that makes one want to smile.
ReplyDeleteThanks you for commenting.
ReplyDeleteI can see the little feet with the anklets jingling. Love the being "transformed over the confusing years of childhood."
ReplyDeleteYou look so beautiful! Your descriptions are so clear, I can see you!
ReplyDeleteThe image you've painted here reminds me of the way my sisters used to dress when they were younger. Some wore saris, others not, but they always looked so pretty.
ReplyDeleteWonderful memories.
love your poetry talent here,
ReplyDeleteinviting you to join Poets Rally by submitting a poem, any poem is welcome.
hope to see you in.
keep entertaining!
You Rock!