Anklet
Thou little trinket, gracing feet,
With every step, musically thou beat.
Thy tinkling sound, oh so divine,
Adorning feet beguilingly thou twine.
A band of silver or gold, thou maybe,
Sonorous bells cling with thee in glee.
Languidly singing on every move,
A sign of feminism without prove.
O consider ‘em not chains that bound,
With elegance, thou move around.
Thy feminine beauty exults a charm,
Bestowing love to all, without harm.
Anklet, thy beauty concealed by galore,
Radiates still by subtle encore.
Thou aesthetically adorn feet with grace,
Every damsel alluringly loves thee to embrace!
Shristee Singh
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