Prishti (Saree)Story She is woven into golden rays of sunshine, Into a flowing Saree, that left scent on everything she touched, of nature's sweet caress, everywhere she did go, the flower would all bloom, and she could chase the lonely feelings, out of every darkened room, she could drive out all the sadness, and cause a frozen heart to thaw, She'd paint the sky yellow every morning, she is a yellow gold beauty with purpose. She is Prishti. Details & Description