A poem written by my younger sister Shikha Dahiya in 2011.
"Once a Chinese Princess was having a cup of tea,
When fell into it, the cocoon of the worm Mulberry.
Then I was discovered, and in the Silk Route,
4000 miles I had to cover, with spices, ivory and jute.
For years my making was, a secret for others,
But who could hide anything, from the Indian mothers.
Then in India, as sarees I was used,
Thanchoi, Banarasi and Bandhni, that left the buyers confused.
In the modern world, came the artificials of me,
But nothing was as evergreen, and as fine as me.
In the markets people still pay big, to buy me new,
And there would never be an end to me, and my story would always continue."
Author: Shikha Dahiya
