Churidhar Poem by santhana louis

From five year old to fifty year mould
it is the most preferred mode
piercing unto the village mobs
misshape features go hiding under this robe

neck to knee, a one sheet shutter
kabuli pants for magnum thigh and buttocks
loose fitting free size easy wear sacks
nested in safety, their movements are unfettered

full-drawn curtains over high power grids
teasing eyes can have no happy raids
sun shine is barred inside the chambers
faces of soldiers, roaming in Armour

The blouse and saree with limited windows
can have a telling story of its own
even while on your deepest dreams
churidars have no place - and such is our culture


Louis Santhana