Brown

Your lens and ramps don't shun me,

It is your unrealistic standards!

Sun kisses your caucasian skin 

But the sun Gods have plotted around the altar

To stay with my dusky skin forever 

My curves bashfully peeking through the nine yard saree wrapped around my sacred body 

A red mark neatly placed in my glabella 

Symbolizing strength and beauty 

My black locks perfectly interlaced into braid

Decorated with jasmine flowers that bloom in my garden 

The gold jhumkas swaying in accordance to the monsoon winds

Gold bangles laughing out loud 

Silver anklets orchestrating the chorus 

All the while, keeping your European features in check

There he is, under the moonlight 

Trying to show some love 

Attentively unwrapping the saree,

Draws near and plants a kiss on her cheeks 

She beams with joy, jhumkas and bangles clang!

He slowly takes off those traitors that reverberated 

Heralds of wind give him a scent of her jasmine 

Glides his finger through her braid to pull them away 

Shyly turns away her face 

The night saw two souls drenched in love