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She walks with a kind of saunter
As if she hadn’t a care in the world
A string so lustrous, an ornamental circlet
Adorns the petite feet, of guileless demoiselle
Embellished elaborately with handsome, glossy stones
And flawless, unblemished pearls
A traditional gift in silver, so auspicious
Passed on for generations many
Carrying forth the legacy of honor
Now in possession, the newlywed bride
Glides through the house rhythmically
The melodious clinking sound echoes
Within the folds of walls of her abode
Connoting a blend of romance and mystery
Like a soul-stirring tune of Krishna’s flute
As the peacocks are compelled to dance
In the rain that descends in tiny gleam drops of silver
And with them dances the anklet around her feet daintily
It’s tingling sound
Like the mellifluous song of the koels
In coy reticence alone lies her beauty
Conversing only through the jeweled “ jhanjhar ”
As she unveils what lies within her mysterious soul
She tantalizes many a desiring hearts around her
