An Indian lady,
So beautiful she is,
Proudly she walks,
Dressed in herself.
Isn’t merely a punctum;
It’s an exemplar of her decency
And the purity of her thoughts.
Isn’t just a lace on her chest;
It’s her pride and self respect
That she carries everywhere.
Isn’t just a six-yard fabric;
It’s her identity and pride
And her trust in herself.
Isn’t simply red powder on her head;
It’s her love for her husband
And her faith in her marriage.
Isn’t barely a brown design on her palm;
It’s the reflection of her promises
And her belief in her culture.
Aren’t solely bands on her wrist;
They are a manifestation of
Her incandescent soul and cheerful life.
The solah shringaar
That she wears
Isn’t merely her jewellery or attire;
It’s a piece of herself.