The New Bride

Posted: August 12, 2019

She walks around the ceremonial fire
In all her finery, in her wedding attire.
Eyes downcast, hooded, shy and coy
Shining with and yet hiding her desire.

Demurely yet assuredly, behind the boy
She walks, her sadness tinged with joy.
Bedecked in gold jewels, attired in yellow
Do unbidden emotions in her heart cloy?

Holding the hand of her chosen fellow
She walks till the fire is muted, is mellow.
Under golden lights of a flowered dome
To the music of the shehnai, like a cello

Out of the mandap and into her new home
The new bride walks, her steps don’t roam.
She pays obeisance to the Gods, she bows
And settles in for life, like the sun at gloam.

First published here.

Image is a still from the movie Hum Tum

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