The Wedding Bells, The Stunning Arrangements
The Loud Music, The Lively Guests
I Closed The Door To My Room
To Escape The Noise, To Escape The Dhoom
I Looked At Myself In The Mirror One More Time
My Dress Was A Color As Red As Wine
My Bangles Matched With An Elegant Grace
My Golden Necklace Took Up My Neck-‘s Space
My Heavily Designed Dupatta Trailed Down To The Floor
Giving Me That Perfect Look, Letting Me Soar
For The Last Time, I Brushed My Hair
Taking Time, Although There Was None To Spare
Satisfied, I Walked Out The Door
I Knew He Would Be Impressed, I Was Sure
I Sat At A Nearby Chair Looking For Him, With Care
He Came And Sat Down Next To See
Took My Hand, And Pretended To See
What Was Written In My Fate
My Henna-Covered Hands Said He Was My Soul Mate
He Studied My Hands, Caressing Them Gently
He Said -ŗonly One More Thing To Add To Your Beauty-
He Slipped A Ring On My Engagement Finger
And Studied It, Letting His Hands Linger
I Smiled And Wanted To Hug Him
But All I Did, Was Ruffle His Hair, Making Him Grin
Someone Called My Name So I Whispered An Apology
And Went To See Who It Was To Tame
I Had To Go Sit Down Next To The Bride,
All The While, I Studied The Ring,
Not Paying Attention To The Groom Or The Bride
That Wedding Evening, I Was In Bliss
I Was Dancing Even After I Tired
He Was The One By Whom I Was Inspired