She walks with solemn strides
Among floral beds and velvet drapes
Eyelids falling soft on dreamy eyes
Brows done and lined in delicate curves
Radiant cheeks spreading sunshine;
Waves of jasmine fragrance
That fills the air and spirits
Her flowing saree-flourishes making
A wish; come one, come true
She glances down, coy and expectant;
She is a simple Indian bride.
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