WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES....

A VISION IN WHITE 
The stage is hers, the night her throne,
Shweta dances, a world her own.
In white she dazzles, serene and bright,
A celestial flame in the quiet night.

Her saree whispers with every turn,
A flame of grace, it seems to burn.
Like petals falling from heaven’s skies,
Her every move is paradise.

The audience sighs, their hearts comply,
Bound by the magic they can’t deny.
Shweta, the queen, a living art,
A timeless rhythm, a beating heart.

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI