Crimson-lined gaze and kohl-lined eyes,
Tears of the heart, golden-brown skies.
A winged steed of dreams, broken and old,
A whispering mirror, a poetry to unfold.
Draped in a silhouette of whitened silk,
Too soft, too tender, yet pure as milk.
Rain-kissed blossom, scarlet-stained feet,
Dust of time—enchanted and sweet.
Essence of honey and rose's breath,
Mixed with elixir and light-drenched noon.
A poetess, a rhyme, a tune of love,
Scent of the earth, a fragrant wild bloom.
Footsteps of memory, etched in longing,
A hue of spring and a smile of the moon.
Pride of Bengal, engraved with grace,
Written in ink from twilight's cocoon.