A colorful turban rests on his head—
a brilliant smile lay beneath his grin.
Dark eyes, unknowing, sit gently on his face.
A beautiful being dances.
His body, small and slim,
entangled with the rhythm of tradition.
At the beautiful retreat of Ajat Bhaum,
nestled in the city of blue,
along the ancient hills of Jodhpur—
an Indian boy carries the light of his culture
before strange eyes.
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