In the garden of nature, where herbs bloom,
A magical dance, a woman's health to groom.
Herbs whisper secrets, centuries old,
Stories of healing, and mysteries untold.
I wish to Glow, in pure Divine.
Illuminate from within, radiate and shine.
Carrots, pumpkin, Moong beans,
in a tango they sway,
Guduchi, Amla, Shatavri,
whispers secrets in a pungent display.
As the broth bubbles with warmth and grace,
A herbal elixir, a comforting embrace.