Culture claims, “Carry your dupatta along with you.”
For it is your saviour,
Shield yourself from nemesis,
Bergh your worthiness.
You might be a gem, have a beauty undefined,
Yet, it’s not meant to be portrayed to please your own eyes;
Treasure it, leave it untouched like a withered pseudanthium.
Your identity lies:
In the spaces between the fabricated colors,
In the hidden spot of the embroidered phase;
Remember, you are always in a chase.
Wrap it around your neck,
Put on as a veil,
Flaunt the fabrics though it might fail,
Yet, be mindful, that plain, embroidered piece of cloth, bears your chastity to the world.