Flowing out from paisley filled streams, how many ranis dreams, were you in before coming to me? Balliwud Topper, brash and bold, your many mysteries unravel, but never unfold. I gaze upon you and ponder, if you would shimmer and gleam, on a silver screen, as you do on the tree’s twinkling greens. Balliwud Topper, shining orb of fantasy and wonder, my mind starstruck happily wanders, to exotic sights and scenes, under lit marquees. All places where you might have been, before your reincarnation, to a patterned topper for my tree.