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Shining like a full moon sat the young bride
In a sari as red as a fresh rose
Her father happy and gay, stood in pride
The wedding lights concealing the shadows.
The Vermillion shone brightly on her forehead,
Silently announcing her fidelity,
That binds her firmly to her marriage bed,
Even in times of utter cruelty.
Dreams gleam in her eyes like distant stars,
Numerous, but far high beyond her reach
Marriage is but a cage with steel bars,
That makes her rose Garland begin to bleach.
The Scarlet Bangles are makers of work,
The pomp and gaiety are but a great show.