The New Love.. Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

My bangles worn slender hands,
Never been touched by any one,
The perfectly oiled long tresses,
Never been messed by someone,
The softness of my smooth face,
Never been felt by someone,
My legs are coated with silky butter,
My mother has churned out,
While my father has the watching eyes,
My heart is filled with love,
To praise the Lord for the benefits,
My mind is intact, to receive a prince,
Who may arrive, sitting on the white horse,
The night, my parents, decide to sign me out,
To be his possession for him to keep me,
As his soul mate the rest of my life,
Let him come to my abode,
Where the bed is laden with,
Freshly picked jasmine flowers,
Let us talk about the stories of our childhood,
Let us share the secrets we have kept in our hearts,
For us not to have any more secret separate.