not a line of your breasts,?
not a line of your back?
must be seen;
for when in sight?
they shall dare?
to tell on?
your carnal debase. ?

The length of your petticoat is a matter of great importance.?
It shouldn’t rise too high up above the ground;
but keep in mind,?
that it should be high enough?
to cover the vulgarity?
of your pierced belly button.?

You must now reach for your crisply ironed Benarasi silk saree.
Beware of any crease,?
for they reveal?
the uncouthness lurking behind all your finery.
Your slender hand must now drape?
a six-yard long traditional tale,?
around the length of your curved waist.?
You tuck one end in the left,
wrap the cloth once around your waist,?
and then gracefully tuck it in the right, as well.
You stand in front of the mirror?
semi-clothed,
revealing your waist?
in its half-moon grace.?

Your hands must now be engaged
in gently weaving your saree in pleats.
You make a W?
and then insert your index finger to keep it in place;?
you tug along the length of your saree,?
tug it down?
from the length of your belly button,?
to the floor,
and finally
drape the pallu over your left shoulder,?
and daintily pin it into place.?

Now you walk along?
to check your mobility,?
after having been wrapped in?
six-yards of a maze.?
You twirl in front of the mirror,?
to check for the extra skin revealing your disgrace.?
You pick up your earrings?
from the mirror stand?
and wear them in your ears with care.?
Tread carefully woman,
you must be the personification?
of the ideal Indian woman’s grace.?