He came riding a decorated van
with roses and bouquets.
Music and dancing
with his relatives and friends.
Her father came
placing him under an umbrella,
holding his hand
father took him
to the facade of his home.
There women folks waited
in front of a Kalash
placed on a swastik pattern
while on a five petal mango branch
a coconut greeted.
Her mother welcomed him warmly
toasting his cheeks
with betel leaves
amidst conch blowing.
On the dais, she waited
for him
to commit her heart.
amidst chanting of incantations
and burning of divine fire
they made the seven rounds.
She carves a niche in his heart
slowly.
and early in the morning
she left her, yes her home
for ever
as her parents blessed
them to make a new home
and start a new life.
So elaborate the rituals
god may bless them
for a life
without the word
of separation
and rain of love
sputter there
for ever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem