mayawrites

Henna is God’s art project,

Enveloping the soul of the artists,

As flowers and designs bear one’s object,

Soothing, heartwrenching lyricists.

Cheeky Children beaming with pride,

Toys and skipping kept aside,

As the henna rids itself of its brown frame,

Popping the bubble and drinking the rain.

Henna binds forever, henna breaks apart,

It slowly fades, but it leaves its mark.

Real men wear floral while trespassing,

And women pluck their dainty dasies amassing.