The beautiful Indian Bride
Her heart rhythming to the mixed feelings of, Nervousness and pride, Holding her breath and the red dress, Walks the beautiful bride... She looks up with her mesmerizing eyes, To see her family and in-laws, Some admire her for her perfections, Some criticize her for her flaws... She wears an elegant smile for all, And lets the anxiety hide, Holding her breath and the red dress, Walks the beautiful bride... The beautiful girl is called as GEETI BHATT Amidst the decorations and sparkling lights, Her eyes look for her groom, The one who makes her stars shine, The one who makes her bloom... What to say and when to say, She lets her groom decide, Holding her breath and the red dress, Walks the beautiful bride... As she steps into a new world, A million thoughts cross her mind, Starting with a new journey of life, She leaves a journey behind, She sheds and shares those precious tears, Before changing her side, Overcoming the grief of separation, Walks the beautiful b