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I came across an Indian Queen,
Magnificent; miraculous,
Fascinating like the serene shelter of silver moon,
Gazing at her was a celestial boon.
Draped in blue attire,
Beneath the sun’s golden veil,
I saw her sitting with ultimate grace.
Her twinkling eyes sparkled,
Whispering the secrets unsaid,
Her sacred lips sang hymns to a Divine mermaid.
Her aura, a radiant miracle,
Her gaze, an enchanting spell,
A testament of beauty and strength,
She was elegant enough to captivate the hearts.
She gleamed like a constellation,
Her voice, a lyre in a temple,
Her words, symphonies of the divine,
She miraculously succeeded in capturing the heart of mine.
I got hypnotised listening to her symphony,
Her footsteps wove the tapestry of harmony.
Unfailingly I witnessed the Royalty in her blood
She was forgiving and pious
Like a blooming bud.
An angel adorned with jewels and a diamond heart,
She is my muse, always on guard.
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