Ivory on lace
Who would've thought
An elephant's tusk
Could color a woman's
Innocence with
Such ethereal grace?
Pretty as a posy
Fresh arranged.
Cheerful and cozy.
With joy arraigned
A queen of the season
Belle of the ball
Debutante darling
Beloved by all.
Her cheeks tinted pink
Her gown rose and cream
Satin soled feet
Traipsing dainty dreams
She trails ethereal
Clouds seven to nine
Blowing candy puff kisses
Pure fluff divine.
What does she know?
Twirling granny's ivory bracelet
On delightful wrist
Of a dying tusker
Writhing on the ground
To provide her this?
Symbol of elegance
In societies sorry parlance
Craving for natural charm
Through coy artful lenses.
Dance on little girl
Your life remains
To play the pretty little fool
While others are game.
(c) Amrita Valan 2015
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