Marriage Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

On marriage day,
A beautiful bride lies she waiting
For the groom to come
And to the nuptial knot,
Two selves turning into
Life partners,
Better haves.

The bride a shy and coy mistress
Sits she simply
Flowered and dressed
In embroidered clothes,
The groom with guests and strangers
To dawn upon
With the playing bands.

Marriage,
Reminding me of
Your and my marriage,
I making your wear a finger ring
And she wearing it
With the eye brows hanging,
Looks cast downwards.

The groom lifting the head,
Marking the face
Of the beloved,
Remembering the olden love story
Of theirs,
The renewal of previous birth relationship
And the slated meeting of this birth
And never to depart promise.

The groom thinking within
There is none so beautiful as his beloved
And the bride
With the heart beating fast,
Appearing roseate,
Looking heavenwards
In love and blessedness.