The mellow sound
From your anklets
Signals your presence
In the house.
The musical tinklings
Of your bangles
Play a different raaga
At different times of the day.
The rustling of your clothes
Bring in the sunshine
They are dried in.
All the adornments
Are beautiful
My dear bride.
There are times
When all I want to hear
Is in the whispers
It is for those times
That I want you
To be yourself
Without the adornments
For I am scared
They might drown the whispers.
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Lovely 🙂
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