The New Bride

She walks around the ceremonial fire
In all her finery, in her wedding attire.
Eyes downcast, hooded, shy and coy
Shining with & 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 & 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.
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Sonal Singh

Sonal Singh is the Founder/Director of a manpower search firm called Rian Placements. She dabbles in travel and writing. She believes that life is a repertoire of anecdotes strung together in a colourful array, like a beaded necklace. The various situations that we encounter, the many incidents of every day, make life a melange of tales and conversational tidbits. And, this is what she attempts to capture through her writing.

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