Lent they breeze the roaring sound.
Like hot sun of mid-summer
Dazzled Ravan in nightgown.
Vessels of gold and ivory cots
Hanuman in scores saw them there.
Sauntered as he in aisles then
Spillover on wine he stepped.
Women there as had lovely gait
Rustled sarees to rhythmic beat.
Women in numbers he found there
Looked who charming dream-girl like.