WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES.....

Where beauty's breath paints blossoms bold,
And rhythms pulse like stories told,
Shweta unfurls, a flame alight,
Each step a spark that pierces night.

Her body sings, a joyful choir,
Twirling hues set hearts afire.
Light as a feather, she skims the floor,
A whisper of silk, forevermore.

Dance, they say, transcends the form,
A whispered magic in the storm.
Shweta's smile, a sunbeam bright,
Turns dance floor harsh to pure delight.

The melody, her partner true,
Whispers secrets, leads her through
A twirling trance, where souls entwine,
Lost in a beauty, all divine.

Salsa's heat, a tango's sigh,
Each step unveils a story nigh.
The music weaves a vibrant thread,
Hearts rise, and senses gently fed.

For dance, a language all its own,
Speaks of love in motions known.
Shweta's art, a tapestry,
Woven with joy, for all to see.

Come, join the chorus, light and free,
Let hearts and feet in rhythm be.
Like Shweta dance, with wild delight,
Embrace the life, both fierce and bright.