CIRCLE

Painted nails, henna filled palms,

masculine palm, the shiny golden ring

radiant grins holding garlands,

friends and cousins, their present cheer leaders.

Respective groups lifting the bride and groom,

none bowing, the giggly peals accompanying the music,

the hall in all its splendour, guests clapping and cheering,

at long last, both garland the other, both sides claiming the win.

Hands clasped, some chrysanthemum petals,

stuck on their attires, they seek blessings,

fat garlands stopping their necks,

weight of marriage too early to decipher.

Stitched white and yellow chrysanthemums, 

bloomed apart yet bound,

suiting the newly wedded couple.

Sneaking red and pink roses 

their streaks heightening the wedding glow.

The adorned hall of jasmines and marigolds

the bedecked stage of lilies and tuberoses

the wedded pair's circle of life begins, 

aroma of mixed reactions, the perfect backdrop.

The flowers wither, the garlands tossed aside.

Duty carried out, shrivelled flowers, 

bid adieu to the bride and groom,

hoping the pair rehearse the

tender symphony of trust and warmth.

Shrunken they may be one day like the garlands,

yet should guard each seam and stitch of the

beauty of togetherness.