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Oh, Mehndi, art of ancient lore, You grace the skin and so much more. With every stroke, a tale unfolds, In patterns rich, in secrets bold. Your earthy scent, so warm and pure, Brings joy that lingers, sweet and sure. A language silent, yet so clear, That speaks of love we hold so dear. On bridal hands or festive night, You bloom like stars in soft moonlight. A symbol of the heart’s delight, Of bonds that hold, forever bright. Your hues of amber, deep as dusk, Are whisper...
