Grace in her eyes, soft and light,
A traditional beauty, rare and bright.
Ornaments that fall short on her face,
Blessed by the gods—a divine embrace.
Skin that glitters, golden and brown,
A queen unaware of her sacred crown.
Beauty that transcends sky and lands,
Embroidered henna between her hands.
Threads of culture in every fold,
Her kameez weaves tales untold.
The crescent moon that doesn't stay,
Dawning alone on a virtuous day.