Bengali's beauty

In Bengal’s breeze, where rivers sigh, She walks like poetry passing by. Eyes like monsoon—deep and wide, Holding secrets the tides confide. A bindi dots her thoughtful grace, A silent fire upon her face. Sarees wrap like woven art, Threaded tales from soul to heart. She speaks in rhythm, soft and slow, Like Rabindranath in evening glow. Each word a verse, each laugh a tune, She is spring wrapped in monsoon. Fish and sweets and fierce debates, She balances storms with gentle traits. Bold in mind, and kind in soul, A Bengali beauty—vivid, whole.