WEDLOCK

Wearing the red sindooram on the parting line;

And marking it long into the crown of the head,

Blazing the gifted dignity of a better half

And sharing Brahma’s creative vigour.

Like Shiva and Parvathi, they stand;

Love and procreation in the infinite.

Mirroring each other in the loveliest blend,

And supplementing to the half male and female.

The wife bonding the husband on her forehead;

And saving him with the sword of chastity.

If love binds, is alluring and rhythmic

Or will crash like scattered debris.