Days will come and days will go by,
Nature-shine too may fade perchance,
Yet the glorious beauty of you Oh!Lady,
Will lose with the time, no by chance.
With proud and wonder still I recall,
The day that you crowned as Miss World
A school boy then with madness in all,
I wondered at your charm in world.
Days had came and days had gone
And days were made blest by your grace.
The mighty, brightly sun that shone
Was made a little less by your face.
Aishwarya Rai is your name yet,
‘Ash’ they call you as their pet.
Enchantress you, princess too you,
Silver screen found a queen in you.
The cheerful crowd will keep their applause,
As beauteous lady, you win their hearts.
Oh! dream-like cheerful pretty princess,
The lyrics I present you with off my hats