WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES

In a realm where beauty blooms and grace resides,
Where rhythms flow like ocean tides,
There dances Shweta, with steps divine,
In every movement, happiness enshrined.

With each sway, a symphony of delight,
She paints the air with colors bright,
Her feet, like petals, kiss the ground,
In a waltz of joy, a spectacle found.

Dancing isn’t just about the steps, they say,
It's about sharing moments in a magical way,
And Shweta, with her radiant smile,
Turns the dance floor into a paradise aisle.

Her partner, the melody, whispers sweet,
As they twirl and whirl in perfect feat,
Their souls entwined in a rhythmic trance,
Lost in the beauty of the dance.

From salsa to tango, they glide and spin,
In every movement, a story within,
And as the music weaves its spell,
Their hearts and spirits begin to swell.

For dancing is an art of beauty untold,
A language of love, a tale unfold,
And in Shweta's dance, we find,
Moments of pure happiness intertwined.

So let us join in this joyous parade,
Where feet and hearts together cascade,
And dance like Shweta, with grace and glee,
In the rhythm of life, wild and free.