As the wind flows, her untied hair blows.
My heart starts to skip beats, winking is her cheats.

During the ceremonies she pinches me hard;
Ouch! should I scream, but that’s the pain I carve.

Finally, it’s time. A few more mantras to go, and she is all mine.
Married we would be called. Our struggle, nobody would recall.

Fights, tears & break-ups,
Apologies, smiles & patch-ups.

And she places a kiss in wide spotlight this time,
A memory to haunt we meet beloved relatives every time!

Poem © Jayesh Sharma | Instagram @vein_of_love
Image © Vipul Sharma | Instagram @vipulsharmaphotography

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