Bride.

Parted lips and a red saree,

A benign smile and downcast eyes,

Ushering guests and touching feet,

A beating heart and longing within,

Twisting decorated fingers and biting the lips.

Looking up and seeing nothing,

In spite of guests filling the gallery,

Greetings and more greetings,

And best wishes filling in.

The clock chimes and a collective sigh,

They are late for the wedding ceremony,

She smiles to the mischievousness,

Of fate, cursing him within;

Loving him no less as the role is enacted;

Flirting with the bride in her wedding dress;

Smiling as she blushes and turns red,

Glancing sideways as they and he finally arrive,

To bind her in lifelong commitment.

Please do appreciate my sincere efforts.