My blouse of glass, a skirt of fifty-six pleats,
Ask not my worth, more precious than diamonds, pearls, and feats.
Sixteen years bloom, a kachnar's tender bud,
Sixteen years bloom, by life's pure river, I am nudged.
My blouse of glass, a skirt of fifty-six pleats,
Ask not my worth, more precious than diamonds, pearls, and feats.
Sixteen years bloom, a kachnar's tender bud,
Sixteen years bloom, by life's pure river, I am nudged.
A bindi on my brow, a crimson blush on lips,
Bangles chime in hands, anklets whisper from my hips.
When my veil descends, like lightning, youth takes flight,
My body, sandalwood, perfumes with sheer delight.
Every heart, it skips a beat, oh what a sight!
Sixteen adornments, a celestial rite.
Sixteen years bloom, a kachnar's tender bud,
Sixteen years bloom, by life's pure river, I am nudged.
My waist does sway, a chorus of sighs arise,
Whistles sound, coins are flashed before my eyes.
I am not just anyone, let me make it clear,
Sweet as kandheri, sharp as chili, drawing near.
The whole world thirsts, for love I hold so dear.
Sixteen years bloom, a kachnar's tender bud,
Sixteen years bloom, by life's pure river, I am nudged.
My blouse of glass, a skirt of fifty-six pleats,
Ask not my worth, more precious than diamonds, pearls, and feats.
Sixteen years bloom, a kachnar's tender bud,
Sixteen years bloom, by life's pure river, I am nudged.
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