Handloom Sari Poem by Uma nair
Handloom Sari
Within war's wounds
Strapped to his uniform
Is mom's cream n crimson
Cotton handloom sari
Its torn and tattered pallu
Its faded haldi stains
Crumpled and crushed
Carrying childhood's chains
" Cover my corpse
With these six yards
I want the soft shroud
To nestle my numbness..
The pleats to seal the gun beats"
Mom's handloom sari rests in silent reverie.
(2000)
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5/1/2024 7:59:24 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Your poem describes mother's love and care. How a war man takes with him his mother's saree, and wants it to be wrapped on him when he dies! Very emotional! Young Poet.