WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES

The stage is set, a gilded cage,
Where beauty walks in measured rage.
But wait, a glimpse, a different light,
A girl with eyes that pierce the night.

Starlight dances, flickers bright,
A silent language, pure and white.
They hold the wisdom of the skies,
And galaxies within them rise.

Her gown, a canvas, simply dressed,
Her spirit soaring, truly blessed.
The judges seek a perfect face,
But starlight eyes ignite a space.

Beyond the scores, the fleeting fame,
A fire burns, a whispered name.
For true beauty transcends the scene,
Starlight eyes, a radiant