The Royal lady's eyes behold.
The scene that is about to unfold.
The procession just outside Hawa Mahal.
She looks from one of he 953 windows.
The red and pink sand stone of the Mahal,
She feels from her toes.
She is Rajput by heart.
And inwardly thanks Maharaja Sawai Pratap Singh for this intricate piece of Art.
Constructed in 1799.
From it's window,
The breeze flows; fresh and beingh.
Out there there are all kinds of people
Old. Young. Fancy. Simple.
They radiate happiness.
Mounted on elephants or barefoot, feeling blessed.
She smiles to herself.
And closes the Jharokha and feels excited as now,
To her friends, she has a story to tell.
Picture Credits: @iamshobhit.
Poem by: Avantika Singhal.