The groom enters to take away
His bride in the auspicious hour
Trumpets blare wild tunes
Drums beat loudly in delight.
The wedding season has begun
Heralding the holy reunion
Of the two young people
In holy matrimony.
The wedding house runs haywire
As people rush all over to greet
The groom and his entourage
To seat them next to the holy fire.
Inside the girl fidgets nervously
All dressed up in red and gold
Her heavily made up face
Hides her youthful innocence.
She regrets having given her consent
But now the show must go on
She gives her room a last glance
The rag doll stares back at her.
The door blasts wide open
To pull her from the room
And pushed along the staircase
To be placed next to the fire
The groom keeps his head down
She focuses on the hungry fire
That ravishes the grains
The oil, the butter and incense.
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