My mother came bearing from a land afar
\nA 9 yards beauty – red, green and many a dull gold bar
\nA simple polycot, not heavy silk nor beautiful tussar
\nNonetheless there is nothing, absolutely nothing on par
\nTo my very first, my very own madisar<\/p>\n
Nani’s warm hugs and her fresh pickles in the jar
\nStealing from her pantry, to me it was a wonderful bazaar
\nSeeing her till her last day, she with her nine yards, as costar
\nMany a memories, came to my mind- my friend, my yaar
\nUpon seeing my first, my very own madisar<\/p>\n
Hiding behind Dadi, during our sibling wars!
\nHer soft nine yards, a shield to our innocent spars
\nComforting hands, soothing our many scars
\nMany a memories, came to my mind-my friend, my yaar
\nUpon touching my first, my very own madisar<\/p>\n
A sense of belonging, a happiness that nothing can mar
\nAn appreciation of a culture as old as the poles polar
\nRecollecting seeing many a coy bride at the altar
\nMany a thoughts, come to my mind-my friend, my yaar
\nEvery time I drape my first, my very own madisar<\/p>\n
When my mother came bearing from a land afar
\nA 9 yards beauty – red, green and many a dull gold bar
\nHappy tears, streamed down, emotions suppressed so far
\nFor I finally received this gift , more precious to me than any tussar
\nAnd I knew that there is nothing, absolutely nothing on par
\nTo my very first, my very own madisar!!!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
My mother came bearing from a land afar A 9 yards beauty – red, green and many a dull gold bar A simple polycot, not heavy silk nor beautiful tussar Nonetheless there is nothing, absolutely nothing on par To my very first, my very own madisar Nani’s warm hugs and her fresh pickles in the…<\/p>\n