BEAUTY SPROUTS 

BEAUTY SPROUTS 
In Karnataka’s  heart, where palms sway high,
A beauty pageant vision walks beneath the sky.
A drape of white costume, a cotton or silky dream,
A saree spun, of moonlight's glittering stream.

It gently hugs her body form, with mild grace,
A sculptor's art, on lovely female face.
Each fold a story, softly told,
Of ancient lands, and legends old.

The fabric flows, in waves so pure,
Like Ganga's stream, eternally sure.
A border shines, with threads of gold,
A halo's touch, a story told.

Her eyes, dark pools, reflecting light,
Of endless depths, and starry night.
A smile so sweet, a gentle breeze,
That whispers peace, through rustling trees.

With every step, a silent vow,
Of strength and grace, that shines somehow.
An angel's touch, in earthly dress,
A saree's magic, loveliness.

So walks the muse, in Kerala's land,
A vision white, at heaven's command.
The saree's grace, a timeless thing,
An Indian beauty, on an angel's wing.
-WILLIAMSJI MAVELI