The dresses that they gave her,
Found their way to the bin.

Because pants, she felt,
Were more like her thing.

And every time a dress
Found its way to the dump,

He always found some way
To get hold of ’em.

And twirling around
In the pretty pink gown

He felt butterflies and happiness,
Inside and around.

Watercolor On Rough Watercolor Paper

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48 Replies to “Attire”

  1. A very thought provoking post, I enjoyed the way you crafted it with a melodious rhyme as well. Thanks for sharing such a lovely post! According to your convenience please do read some of my writings would love to know what you think about them 😊

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  2. This is intense and touching shreya i loved it good one this is so you … Simple and sensible ❤ looking forward for more and more beautiful and meaningful poetry like this… Ending is little bit sad … Hope the social message which u interpreted so well reaches to maximum 😊
    All the best.

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    1. Hey thank you! But I think I’ll stay away from these posts for some time.. They took up a lot of time last time..but it really feels so good to be nominated! Thanks a lot! This means so much💙 and congratulations to you too!


  3. Enjoyed the poem, not just the gender expectation/rebellion through clothes but also the recycle: one person’s garbage is another person’s treasure. Swirling in a found pretty is always fun.

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