Anklet

Thou little trinket, gracing feet,

With every step, musically thou beat.

Thy tinkling sound, oh so divine,

Adorning feet beguilingly thou twine.

A band of silver or gold, thou maybe,

Sonorous bells cling with thee in glee.

Languidly singing on every move,

A sign of feminism without proof.

O consider ‘em not chains that bound,

With elegance, thou move around.

Thy feminine beauty exults a charm,

Bestowing love to all, without harm.

Anklet, thy beauty concealed by galore, 

Radiates still by a subtle encore.

Thou aesthetically adorn feet with grace,

Every damsel alluringly loves thee to embrace!