Festivals and love are around the corner.
Beauty in her prime comes in.
The youthfulness of her kind.
It may be happiness or joy.
I can’t say.
But I know for a truth.
That her vessel in town is a better best option.
In her, we find fulfilment.

For her beauty and love.
radiates like the sun.
And at night, she blossoms like the moon.

It was not, what she bargained for.
But the Almighty granted her that.
Because in her, the beauty of the World shall flourish.

It was in her, that love first met hate.
Because in hate; nothing exists.
It is just a delusion.

Let’s bless her.
Because in her, her prime dances.
The dance of the festivals.

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