The night was bejewelled, with twinkling stars..
the wind hissed & the leaves rustled,
the fragrance of jasmine spread far & wide,
The moon that night; shone with pride,
With tinkling anklets and dangling bangles,
She began her journey as a bride,
her fragile face covered with veil,
she walked timidly to her new abode,
…with pure bliss & full of hope.

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