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I love my mother's sari on the
washing line
Flapping like a giant flag, which I
pretend is mine.
I love it's silky softness when it's
folded to a square
Which I can roll into a ball and
pretend it isn't there.
I love to hold its free bit that
swings over mum's back
And wrap it round my shoulders, like
a potato in a sack.
I love the pleats that fall in shape
and spread out like a fan
Where my kid brother crouches and
says catch me if you can.
I love to wash my dirty hands at the
kitchen sink
And wipe them on mum's sari before
she can even blink.
But when she takes her anchal and
ties it round her waist
I know its time for battle and a
quick escape is best!
By: Bashabi
Fraser
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