Rohida

Flaunting finery red and gold

with tinkling silver anklet steps

She emerges, braving winter cold

and stands tall in the desert sand.

Who in this land of chinkara

can hold a candle to her looks?

Grouse and quail

partridge and hare

are held in thrall

and watch in muted wonder

as an indulgent sun acquiesces

for her, mellows his summer blaze.

With azure visage blushing rose

the courteous pristine crystal sky

woos her till the fall of night.

Then the stars come out to play

and entertain the winter bride.

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