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 bride...

In our beautiful journey of life,
Some people came and some went,
In this heavy moment of goodbye,
I cherish the beautiful times we spent,
Days won't be the same without you,
Every special moment will dearly miss you,
Years of our friendship have passed,
But today I feel that time just flew,
It's not just a goodbye to say,
It's a promise to stay connected forever,
It's not just a memory of beautiful moments,
It's a promise to live many more together,
As they say life must go on,
A journey ends and a new one starts,
Adhering to the rule of life,
Someone arrives and someone departs,
On the onset of your new journey,
I extend my heartiest wishes to you,
We may not be together in this,
But our treasured friendship shall always continue...  

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