Bells tiny in bunches  stringed together in a silver anklet

Chiming with the dainty walk of the maiden

Her feet ornate with intricate designs of crimson henna

And line of auspicious scarlet band of alta round the heels

The bells tinkle in soft musical notes echoing in the environs

An epitome of her joy at the advent of a new life

With every step she brings bliss to her threshold

And the bells chime to lure in the goddess Lakshmi of wealth

She walks in, in the silent night with musical steps;

As she walks in the corridors her foot steps

Create musical notes in every forlorn heart

The gems of her ornate anklet in rainbow colours

Glisten like tiny heavenly bodies tied round her ankle

Her laughter like rippling waterfalls and her steps

Like the scattering pearls from  the snaped thread of a necklace

Are a mellifluous rapture to behold and treasure

The bells chime and whisper to the breeze secrets of passion

That witnessed by them in dim light under the dark pall of night

With the carnival of stars peeping through olio

And the flowers crushed in the throes of sensual ecstasy

They speak in  melodious notes like the symphonies

Born from the womb of a vibrating jaltarang

A poetic voice found by sensuality echoes from the bells ringing

From the silver anklets on her lovely feminine lotus feet

These ornaments like braided strands of moonbeams on the ankle

Are also reminders of the restrictions on a bride of fidelity and honour

And of love and sacrifice, those unknown to a lass in youth

Her innocence has been lost and she must remember these shackles

Of dignity ,prestige and discipline at every walk of life

As the little bells softly chant the marital vows taken…