His milky white!

His Milky white shirt!

By Jessy Jacob

The white shirt he wears each day
Carries a quiet kind of elegance.
Simple, neat, and perfectly ironed,
It gives him the look of a man
Holding dignity in every step.

Though his wardrobe is filled with many shirts,
White seems to follow him everywhere.
Now that he stands in a high official place,
I wonder if even presidents or prime ministers
Wear white every single day as he does.

Perhaps white is not merely his favorite color,
But a style he has chosen for himself—
A way to appear calmer, cleaner,
More graceful than words can explain.
A quiet discipline stitched into cloth.

Sometimes I wonder
How he remembers which white shirt to wear,
Or perhaps he does not think about it at all.
Maybe he simply reaches for the one
That waits freshly ironed for the day ahead.

Watching him, I began to think of myself.
If I were to follow his style,
What shade of white would I choose?
A soft cotton kurthi and salwar,
A graceful saree,
Or perhaps a simple white shirt.

Recently I bought two white salwar kameez
To carry that same decent elegance while traveling.
Though I have always loved white,
My heart still belongs to every gentle shade—
The soft colors that quietly bloom.

And strangely,
I never imagined pink would suit me.
Whenever I shopped for clothes,
My eyes would pass over it without pause.
Yet sometimes the colors we avoid
Become the ones that reveal us most beautifully.

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-Jessy Jacob