The dress 

The pearly white cloth fluttered with the wind, 
The design set it’s head high with pride when the onlookers gathered around. 
A thread of silk which had peeped out of the dress now, 
Remembered how many weddings and funerals it had seen. 
The ladies altered it, cut it and sewed it back. 
But some parts had remained, unmoved, untouched. 
It stretched and loosened, owing to the weight of its owner. 
However, it had maintained its own figure somehow. 
Now on the verge of retirement, it remembered some beautiful memories. 
Irrespective of the ladies, it was always beautiful. 


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