Six yards of glamour
Designed to cover the shame
Six yards of culture
Wrapped around her name
Six yards of colors
Different hues and grades
Six yards of silken armor
Displaying vanity and fame
She drapes herself in the morning
With the six yards of delicate weave
Starched, ironed, pleated and neat
She carries the burden in traditions name
In a world where she is respected
For what you show and what you wear
She carries her silken armor with pride
Revealed sensuous skin unseen..
http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sari
P.s.
This poem is about the dress sari.... Six yards of printed cloth worn in the Asian sub continent.
In my country, it's draped in the Indian way as depicted in the picture and the Kandyan way, which is considered the national dress.
In the society where the males wear western attire as a norm, sari is considered the preferred and respected professional dress code for ladies.
Many feel important, respected as well as protected with it...despite the trouble ladies go through to wear this...... despite the fact that most of the time the upper back and midriff is revealed...
It's a nice dress.... it's a bittersweet connection..