SHE WALKS WITH GRACE

In the land where mountains touch the sky,
A beauty reigns, catching every eye.
She walks with grace, a queen serene,
The hills proclaim, "Swetha Maurya, our beauty queen."

Amidst the valleys and the gentle breeze,
Her presence commands, puts hearts at ease.
Her eyes, like stars in the night so still,
Reflect the beauty of the moonlit hill.

Adorned in silk, the colors of the dawn,
A melody in each step, as she gracefully drawn.
Her laughter, a cascade, echoing the streams,
In the tapestry of beauty, she's the muse of dreams.