THE BRIDE *
R.V. Rajeswara Rao
The day is well nigh,
The day is well nigh,
The sweet blush in cheeks
Your face does beautify
The shy laden eyes looking downward
Hide your secret heart
The sweet smiling lips.
Your hidden joy
Fail not to reflect
Like it new blossomed flower
washed in the Love of Perfect Purity
Ready to adorn your love with all your
feelings
- knitted into a garland.
All your dears and nears
Overflowing with joy
(as your beauty’s gaze)
With perfect relief, they breathe in
(satisfied at your image)
But tears stand in their eyes the very next
moment
For, the heart of their sweet child one robs
in secret
Our joy though inexpressible is surcharged
with pain
As you, our immeasurable treasure
Is going to be some other’s gain
Don’t worry looking
At the woeful faces of your bosom friends
Their love is selfless, sweet child!
The pangs of separation instal you
On the Throne of your Love’s heart
After all Life is a Thrilling Drama
And this is its best part.
(* Sentiments of a father on the eve of his daughter’s
departure from parent’s house after marriage)