Behind the shadows of the sun,
under the shades of the moon,
Lights up her face,

Her round eyes filled with dark kohl of compassion,
Watching out for the unknown.

The curve of her smile spreads curiosity to the ones around,
The red paint on her parrot -like lips express her heart,

Her sharp, twirling eyebrows portraying her wisdom.

The pleats of her blood red saree flowing like the quiet sea,
In the rhythm of the western winds.

Her long, thick, straight sooty hair,
Like those of the tree climber's rope,
Swaying in the lost breeze.

Pined behind her soft, foxy ears,
Stats afresh the fragrant, blossoming juvenile rose.

The imprints of butterflies and flowers on her jewellery shines,
Reflecting her precious beauty,

Laying behind her footprints on the farmer's and fisher men's gold,
Ovations for the epitome of womanhood ...