Friday 14 February 2014

The Bride

So majestically she sits there.
As silent as you dare.
Red henna adorns each palm.
And, she watches, poised and calm.

She's draped in red and gold.
Charming and beautifully bold.
Decked head to toe in jewellery.
She's ever father's glee.

She stands lovely and dazzling.
A true diva without hassling.
Every spectator's immense delight.
Lighting up this special night.

Today's her day for sure.
Occasion for being coy and demure.
Her eye glistens back a tear,
her mind suppressing another fear.

Heart facing surge of emotions,
She fights all preconceived notions.
Her walk is slow and fragile,
Yet she wears a lovely, shy smile.

When she stands aside the GROOM,
their dream is in full bloom.
Groom's epitome of Dignified pride,
Shines the lovely INDIAN BRIDE