Thursday, 16 September 2010

Ankled beauty

The beauty of a lady starts at the ankles.

The monsoon rains exposed the ankles and the anklets

of the village maidens.

The face covered under the cupola of the umbrella,

The lady took the steps carefully to avoid the muddy puddles,

the saree was pulled up

Preventing the laces from getting soiled

Exposing the beauty silvery jewel and the sculptured ankles.

Many announce their gait through the bells attached to the anklets

other prefer the laces of multitudes hanging in tresses.

What ever the design,

The sight of them makes a man melt at a distance

To imagine the person wearing it,

he gets dumb stuck at the roadside

Forgetting his list of groceries

and his direction of going.

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