WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

In the realm where sunlight dances free,
There's a guardian, a mystic key.
A window to the world, a veil serene,
Through which the wonders of life are seen.

With frames of steel or frames of gold,
They shield the eyes from stories untold.
In their embrace, a coolness lies,
A sanctuary 'neath the azure skies.

Behold the beauty they bestow,
A shield against the sun's bold glow.
With every tint, a subtle grace,
Enhancing features, framing the face.

In this symphony of light and shade,
Shweta Maurya's elegance displayed.
With sunglasses, she finds her crown,
In every hue, she's beauty unbound.

Protection, safety, and allure combined,
In every gaze, a treasure to find.
Through lenses dark, her radiance gleams,
A vision of beauty, in sunlight's streams.

So let us cherish these shades we wear,
Guardians of sight, beyond compare.
And in their coolness, let us find,
The beauty of Shweta Maurya's kind.