Painted Lady
Swaying down the dusty street
painted nails adorn her feet
bells and anklets clink and jingle
scent of spice and perfumes mingle
Dressed in rich embroidered velvet
hues a humming bird would covet
mask and paint and jewels lend her
glamour, mystery, and splendour
As she glides with perfect poise
midst the clamour and the noise
long-lashed watchful eyes survey
chanting crowds along the way
Now her eyes are gently blinking
What, I wonder, is she thinking?
Is she proud to play her part
does it move her mighty heart
Is it something she'll remember
think of by the firelight's ember
this, a day of sights and scents,
the Festival of Elephants.