She was colourful on that day, Red and pink, on her ghagra, shoes and face.
I saw fire when she moved and shook those sexy waist beads.
As I am African heritage, I couldn't stop my heartbeat to the rhythm of the beads.
How could I approach her? I was in a strange land, It was a festival,Holi, Diwali, or Navratri? I think it was Dandiya Raas.
My head hurts, so I placed my hand.
I couldn't stop thinking of her dance, no matter how I try.
The evening was colourful, gulal flying everywhere like flies
Shades of red, green, and yellow, unseen before.
I walked up to her, said hello; she smiled, and offered me a tour.
Her beautiful dance, skin bathed in colours, her smile, a sight.
We talked till sunset, walked in the moonlit night.
I wish she'd cherish those moments as I do.
I will return to India, to see her again.
I hope she'll be happy to see me, for I left without a goodbye.
I can't wait for this year's festival, I know she'll be there.
This time, I won't be shy, I'll ask her out on a date, I pray I am not too late.
My Indian crush, dancing in the rain of colours, Made my heart rush.
I will see you, our love is true, I know you'll wait, as I did all year. I will see you
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