Oh, Mehndi, art of ancient lore,
You grace the skin and so much
more.
With every stroke, a tale
unfolds,
In patterns rich, in secrets
bold.
Your earthy scent, so warm and
pure,
Brings joy that lingers, sweet
and sure.
A language silent, yet so clear,
That speaks of love we hold so
dear.
On bridal hands or festive night,
You bloom like stars in soft
moonlight.
A symbol of the heart’s delight,
Of bonds that hold, forever
bright.
Your hues of amber, deep as dusk,
Are whispers woven into trust.
In every line, in every swirl,
A masterpiece begins to unfurl.
Oh, Mehndi, how we cherish thee,
A timeless song of artistry.
With grace you trace the soul’s
design,
A celebration, pure and divine.
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