Night of Honeymoon

It will be the night
Of dreams of his youth
When he sees his bride.
She’ll be sitting on a bed in the suite,
In a pink choli and a red silken sari
Flowered with golden threads
On the borders, matching her choli.
All fresh and perfumed,
Rouge on her cheeks,
Mascara on lashes,
A red dot on her forehead,
A locket in the parting of her hair
Red bangles on her wrists,
A gold necklace shining with diamonds
And gems around her neck.
Garlands of roses,
Of dahlia and marigold
Will be hanging along the bed posts.
The room will be dimly lit.
A smoldering incense stick,
Some sweets, flowers and fruits
Will be on the table,
Next to the bed
Of bride and groom.

When he enters the suite,
She will not lift her gaze,
She will continue staring
Her red manicured nails.
Their hearts will beat a little faster
And deep breaths they will take.

They never did converse
Before. He will say words of love,
Words of endearment:
Hi, my dear, my beautiful bride,
Look at me, why don't
You say a word to me.
She will try to keep her head
Bent towards her knees
Shying away from him
And proving she is
So innocent, so pure.

On their first night together,
Two strangers who never met,
Never shared a word before,
Will fall in love forever for life.