Rakhri

Rakhri, Rakhri, holding bonds so strong,
Joyful screams of cousins, like a terrible choir.
The diamonds gleam like the faded sun at dusk,
Cousins working hard use brain, leave brawn.

The smooth gold like the feel of sand,
The kindest wear the purest
Metals, dancing, shimmying up my arm,
I thank it on the inside, my good-luck-charm.

The vivid gleam with the glint of the dear gems,
Through it I can see, memories of my cousins.
Sublime beads of gold from a majestic unicorn,
Threads from the red rainbow, only I have worn

Powers generated from love and from heart,
Magic in the Rakhri will forever hold its part.
My cousins always with me wherever I go,
Unique, is what it is and everyone will know.