30/04/2026
A tapestry of grace in motion,
Wrapped in six yards of liquid light,
She carries the hum of the ancient loom
From the quiet dawn to the velvet night.
The heavy gold of the zari border
Frames a strength that is softly told,
In every pleat, a story gathered,
In every drape, a power bold.
With a rustle of silk and a steady stride,
She wears her heritage like a crown;
A timeless vision of earth and fire,
In a river of fabric flowing down.
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