Barely was she in her one and twenty,
Her beloved, a man of mid- forty
Clad in her finest cotton Kota sari
She was waiting, a moment to carry.
Their love bloomed in the ISCON temple,
Her smile radiates her sweet dimple;
Blushing now and then, she thought:
A unique gift from God, she had got .
The tiny wrist watch that she adorned, His nowhere about, let the time undone,
Forlorn she felt, the prying eyes did melt;
A dream crushed, that furnished a welt.
Her brown eyes were drowning in tears,
Worn and puzzled, gripped her fear;
His unflawed love being her proud...
Lost, unseen in the maddening crowd.
One day, gazing from her long window
Shifting her thought from the meadow
She saw clouds, smeared the night sky
And crescent moon in its best and shy.
Remembering his quoted words:
'Love is like a moon...beautiful, flawless
and ever new!'
Had it been true, thought she:
As the dark patches encircled the moon.
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