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..