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.