Cobweb dress
Old and rustic me
But someone is busy decking me up
With the skills innate and he is born with.
Intricately woven rainbow threads
Forming clouds and spirals around.
My dress is growing with every day passing.
The design and pattern are one of its kind.
Making it unique the Sunshine of morning
Sparkling and gleaming, slurping the sun rays so bright, so kind, so divine
The fabric so delicate so rich so shiny
Someone aced the artwork of weaving
Diamonds in a pattern suits my style.
His love, his care is fabricated so delicately around.
I look so beautiful without me knowing
He who works day n night
Is my lover for ages.
Old and rustic me
But someone has made me a glamorous celebrity.
I m the post on someone’s fence
And spider dressed me with caress.
- Aarushi
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