Gown
My mother’s wedding gown
in my closet, whispers a tale
of love and togetherness!
the gold embroidery
all over, done intricately,
dazzles like a star-studded sky,
picturing the glitter and pomp…
telling me story of that special occasion!
I caress the gown with tender hands,
It hums a song which my mother chose
for her wedding day!
The lustrous silk rustles,
The lace murmurs softly to my touch..
I close my eyes, to listen to the
melody that silky, satiny, subtle-hued dress sing -
a song which crooned in the heart of a
ravishing bride !
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