Rose powder, bindi, kajal and bangles
Necklace of weighty gold added smiles
To an Indian bride, blushing like blossoms
Down the groom’s chest amid locking arms.
Grow thinner in shyness her twinkling eyes
Before eyes enjoying a beauty rustling in ties
Hunger of fragrance so sweetly shameless
Her nose inhales the aroma of the closest face.
Love, showy, naked or transparent, ever sings
A beauty, painted, innate, or pretty often stings
My eyes envied the couple so merry and gay,
An Indian bride emits a blinding spark of ray.