The Blue Mehandi

         THE BLUE MEHANDI

She draws the patterns with Pen


With pen in hand, she draws with glee,  

This is mehndi, just for me 

A heart, some dots, her own design,  

In her small world, it’s all just fine.


Look, it's mehndi she exclaims with cheer,  

Though ink, not henna, has drawn it here.  

A blue heart, some dots, a line

In her small world, it's just as fine.


No rules, no care, just pure delight,  

In her soft smile and eyes so bright.  

A little artist, wild and free

That’s the charm of childhood’s spree.


No rules to bind, no lines to stay,  

She paints her joy in her own way.  

With every stroke, so free, so wild,  

Lives the wonder of a child.


Oh, let her world stay bright and wide,  

With paper palms and joy as guide.  

For in that smile and sweet pretend,  

Lives a magic we must defend.


A heart of ink, a soul so free

That's childhood's true mehndi


~Swej Priya

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