WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES.....

DRESSED IN WHITE 
Adorned in white, pure as snow,
Shweta sways where soft winds blow.
The saree wraps her like a song,
A hymn of beauty, pure and strong.

Her arms extend, a dancer’s flight,
Her movements gleam in radiant light.
The folds of white, a canvas wide,
Where poetry dances, side by side.

Eyes fix on her, the stage ignites,
Her aura eclipses a thousand lights.
Shweta, the muse, the queen of the floor,
Dances her heart, forever adored.