O sisters , adorn the bride
Her groom comes with all pride
From groves bring perfumes
All softness from new blooms
For her face blush of dawn
Hue. for eyes blue from ocean .
O sisters , sing rhymes sweet
Her groom comes , all streets greet
Sing her beauty , sing her grace
And the smile that adorns her face
Songs of hope , songs of golden dreams
musings of Gauri , sing sacred hymns
O sisters , step beside the bride
Her groom comes like king on ride
Crimson threads on her flesh
Whisper songs of amorous secrets
From sky stars bestow bless
May always chime your anklets .
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Author:
Priya Tomar (
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Comments3
Nicely written.
A sunlit hymn with a subtle sensual tone ...
Priya, this carries such a beautiful, celebratory energy…like a moment held in song and movement. That detail of the anklets chiming stayed with me…so delicate and alive. It feels like a shared joy being lifted together. This lands as warm, graceful, and full of life. Beautifully written, my dear friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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