I behold with pleasure
A sensitivity encircles.
The girls walk to the school
attired in flowing skirts,
with matching blouses or cholis,
the half sari,two-and-a-half yards,
one end drapes over the choli
while the other is tucked
on the waist.
Illustrative of elegance,
the girls deliver a charisma.
I join them in their march to the assembly.
The prayer invoking “Saraswathi”,
the Goddess of learning inspires.
The announcements follow.
Like the beautiful butterflies
the kids go to the respective
Proud to be one among them,
I learn with a curiosity.
The half saree flutters in the breeze.
The girls hold the loose ends
with a discretion..
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Thanks sharing a beautiful poem.