The Dress

I enter the shop looking around
Looking for a dress that just cannot be found
She likes reds, she likes pinks too
White suits her well and so does blue.
I pick up a top and hold it to see
Ah it looks good, even the shopman agrees
But its just not THE dress, somehow i feel
The dress looks at me but lacks the appeal
What do i buy i say to me
I have to look around till i find many
And then zero down and finalise the best
Something that leaves her awestruck, leaves her impressed
I keep digging the shelves, i dig real deep
Moments like these are there for the keeps
My eyes fall on a kurta and the touch approves
A mild tone of grey and pink hues
The silk slips through, i hold it tight
It burns my pockets, i feel my purse a little more light.
I present it to her and boy its a surprise
She is all happy, asks if its the right size
I said its beautiful and its new
I see no reason why anything beautiful shouldn’t fit you.
There is a smile, i have never seen such before
None of my three hours, will ever fetched me more.