WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES....

Beneath a crown that kissed the stars,
She moved, a whirlwind spun from light,
A gown of moonbeams, spun afar,
Where diamonds caught the eager night.

Each pirouette, a whispered hymn,
Of grace unveiled, and hearts set free,
Her smile, a sunrise, breaking dim,
On faces turned in reverie.

Her limbs, like willows in the breeze,
Bent, swayed, and soared in liquid flow,
A symphony for sight to seize,
Where music met its graceful echo.

Fingertips traced stories untold,
In constellations on the air,
A secret language, brave and bold,
That left no witness unaware.

The stage, a canvas vast and bright,
Reflected every flick and spin,
A queen bathed in celestial light,
A dance fit for a world to win.

For in her steps, a magic shone,
That transcended crown and fleeting prize,
A beauty deeper, all her own,
That sparkled in a million eyes.

So let the glitter fade away,
The crown rest silent on its stand,
The memory of her dance will stay,
A jewel upon the heart's own land.