Let me stitch my dream dress
Fabric of faith, a gown of grace
With hope threads and lovely lace
Not hers not yours— it'mine, new and fresh
I punch the buttons of bravery
Spend my soul's sewing treasury
No rainbow beauty , no comouflage
I like the color of character and courage
No Jaipuri veil, no chanderi silk
No parrot-green, no white like milk
Let Deccan keep its cotton charm
And kalamkari' grace South's arm
My classy dress is mine
In my dream dress I'll shine
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Author:
Priya Tomar (
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Very clever use of metaphor throughout with details worked in. Loved it a fave
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A beautiful of write of deciding who they want to be and the way the want to be knowing they will shine in the world, enjoyed the read
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Love it
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Beautiful sonnet, my friend! “I like the color of character and courage”…what a line. You didn’t just craft a dress...you claimed your space. No borrowed fabric, no borrowed voice. And yes…it sings, Priya. Beautifully done. 🌹👏
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A sensual and spicy melody ! Dazzling...
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Wow, sorry, I just had to pick my jaw up off the floor. Incredible, with all due respect. I enjoyed it so much. It conveys pride, beauty, courage, and joy. A very knowledgeable piece on the craft. Thank you so much for sharing. Best regards.
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