Splendor in the Punjab
An Indian Wedding
Atop the jeweled elephant
Riding to her triumphant
For he has won the right
To make of her his bride
And she in silken layers
Bright and jeweled
With bangles of ivory and gold
And henna adornments
You are my raja
You are my ranee
The gods bless us
Our hands are bound
We circuit the sacred fire
In our seven steps
Under the mandap for
All to witness our union
Now the feast and dancing
Will soon begin anew
We take more steps
To sit on the Wedding Throne
United beneath the Indian sky
Copyright 2010 - Mindy Makuta (aka MyFairLadyah)
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