The Sun Dancer of Rajasthan
She keeps on moving her feet, hiding her beautiful yet unrecognisable face from the glaring sun, with the veil studded with mirrors which shone like thousand stars
Her arms laden with shell bangles and her face and the rest of the body bedecked with jewels, She keeps on moving her feet, hiding her beautiful yet unrecognizable face from the glaring sun, with the veil studded with mirrors which shone like thousand stars, When her feet move, her soul moves around the images of her children waiting for her at door, When her arms move, her anger courses through her slender body, why was she never enough for her pimp of a husband, When she twirls around, she looks at the crowd watching her, and watches her skirt...