My beautiful dressMy dress is torn
a beautiful dress
what shall I do now dear?
a beautiful dress
what shall I do now dear?
it is expensive
one of a different kind
I need a way to clear.
one of a different kind
I need a way to clear.
Laces and bows
adorning around
Mamma will surely scream.
adorning around
Mamma will surely scream.
Down the road
is the tailor's shop
will he give a try?
is the tailor's shop
will he give a try?
I went to him
with tears in eyes
asking to help by.
with tears in eyes
asking to help by.
will surely try
so come later
he said and shooed me away.
so come later
he said and shooed me away.
my heart filled with fear
fingers crossed
I wait for pass of day.
fingers crossed
I wait for pass of day.
when I returned
my beautiful dress
In my arms he did place.
my beautiful dress
In my arms he did place.
I muttered a thanks
was choked with emotion
for there was not a torn trace
for there was not a torn trace
7 comments:
Wonderful...I admire expressing your true feelings in a subtle manner.
My best wishes.
Hi! Lakshmi,
Hmmmmmmmmm !! maybe ur love towards your daughter brought out the child in you even when she tore ur dress, the poem too seemed childish, afterall..all for her, right?
I was thinking whether Lakshmi wanted to convey that even hurt feelings can be erased without a trace when tended carefully like the torn dress in the poem.
Nicely expressed
Exactly, I agree with Partha. It is a subtle way of suggesting her thoughts. Well done Lakshmi.
Awww so sweet :)
Very lovely poem
and i like the dress ....... :-)
(@^.^@)
a stich in time saves nine!!!
so the cute-y did in time ... the innocence is revealed in few lines ....
rgrds, salu.
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