WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES

Where light leaps free in the endless chase,
A silent guardian, a veiled embrace.
A window to the world, a calming screen,
Revealing life's vibrant, swirling scene.

Steel or gold, a frame's gentle hold,
Keeps untold stories safely unfold.
Cool comfort in their gentle hold,
A haven beneath skies of azure gold.

Behold the beauty they impart,
A shield that tempers the sun's bold heart.
Each shade, a whisper, a touch of grace,
Highlighting features, framing the face.

In this play of light and darkened hue,
Shweta Maurya's elegance shines anew.
Sunglasses, a crown upon her brow,
In every shade, her beauty takes a bow.

Protection, style, a potent blend,
With every gaze, a story to transcend.
Through darkened lenses, her spirit gleams,
A sunlit vision, a radiant dream.

So let us raise a glass to shades we wear,
Loyal guardians, a burden to share.
In their cool embrace, a truth we find,
Beauty unbound, for every kind.