A Bride’s Walk To Dreams

A red dot sits on her forehead, peeking from the ghunghat
Her eyes are grazing the ground, concealing their naughtiness
A huge nath adorns her tiny nose that turns pink at the tips
She hears your whispers behind those ornate chaandbalis

A shy smile lingering on her lips, sealing the words unsaid
Her long neck supports layers of pearls and the precious naulakha
Chan- chan sounds the Glossy bangles enveloping her milky wrists
Her jadau ring studded delicate fingers entwined in each other

Her thin waist bedecked with kamar bandh accepts the challa
The black tresses braided and decked with gajra reach her knees
Her swift movements strike a rhythm with the notorious paizeb
Dipping her feet in alta, she enters the wedlock leaving footprints behind…

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