Marriage (POEM)
A bride is ready to receive her Groom,
Blessings of light, beautiful sight.
A symbol dawn, once and once more,
Like Savitri and Sita, opens the door.
A deep drop of hue, that is Sindoor,
A Bindu on her forehead,hiding Third eye.
She is the bride of fire,yet She will die.
Can you tell me why We cry?
Can you tell me why we are shy?
Marriage is a journey, married with Rope,
Break the chain and get eternal Robe.

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