Girls

In the realm of shadows, where dreams unfold,

A tale emerges of a girl so bold.

Mary Evans, the nautch girl of grace,

Dancing through life with elegance and pace.

In the bustling streets of a distant land,

Where cultures entwined, hand in hand,

She adorned herself in vibrant attire,

With anklets that jingled, igniting a fire.

Her eyes, like stars, sparkled bright,

Her movements, poetry in the moonlight.

With every step, she weaved a story,

A tapestry of passion, soaked in glory.

In the Nautch house, her stage was set,

A sanctuary where souls would forget.

Through music's rhythm and swirling dance,

She enchanted hearts, a mesmerizing trance.

With every twist, she unveiled a tale,

Of love and longing, joy and travail.

Her body, a canvas, expressing emotions,

Drawing applause from captive devotions.

But behind the veils and sparkling charms,

Lurked a spirit resilient, free from harm.

Mary Evans, beyond the guise she wore,

A woman of strength, seeking something more.

In the depths of her heart, a fire burned,

Yearning for knowledge, lessons unlearned.

She defied the labels, shattered the mould,

A nautch girl with dreams untold.

With ink and paper, she sought her voice,

Her words became wings, granting choice.

She penned her thoughts, unbound by fate,

An artist, a writer, transcending her state.

Mary Evans, a beacon of resilience and might,

Challenging the world's narrow sight.

Through dance and verse, she broke free,

A symbol of possibility.

Let her story inspire, for it holds true,

That strength can emerge from what we pursue.

Mary Evans, the nautch girl so grand,

Her legacy lives on, across the land.