Bihag Sapkota
In a dimly lit room, she takes the floor,
My friend in a black saree, Elegance galore.
Dancing with grace, like a moonlit dream,
In simple step, a friendship themes
Her moves tell a tale, every step a rhyme,
In the dark attire, she shines every time.
A dance of joy, a friendship so sweet,
In her black saree, she finds her beat.
Laughing under the moon, a melody so clear,
In the rhythm of life, we hold each other near.
Thread of friendship, strong and true,
In the dance of life, me and her, we groove.
So here’s to my friend, in black so fine,
A dance of ours, a memory in line.
In the moonlight, we will always find,
A friendship forever, in step intertwined.
