THE BRIDE

The bells are now tinkling,
on her ankles, they are hanging.

The bangles are now jingling,
on a rhythm, they are singing.

Drapes herself in deepest crimson,
she blushes the colour of setting sun.

Lifting up her kohled eyes,
she saw ahead her dream that lies.

With trembling hands and weakened knees,
she moves ahead to reach the altar.

Her glistened eyes that shone so bright,
has struck all with an amazing aura.

The pious vows that fell from her lips,
has changed her life for ever and ever.

She's a woman, She's a bride,
tonight she shines with a gleaming pride.