Okram Shakuntala
The wind speaks
The altar of marriage
Is empty
There is no music
There is musician
The drums are kept
The sticks are laying
The Garlands are kept
The Bengals are vermilion
On a golden plate
Kept untouched
There is no priest
To sing the vedic hymns
Of marriage
I am in search of you
You are not found
The wind speaks
The voice of your heart
About your will
To marry me
And live together
©Dr.Okram Shakuntala
India
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