By Tuhina Ganesh
The holy fire
Of this matrimony
Never goes out-
Ever fresh and warm,
Ever sacred and true.
Unseen to the eyes thick,
Visible by the aatmic eye.
The sacred vermillion
Of this tie-
Not just reddens the crown,
It crimsons every moment
Of life.
With no knots visible-
Free-flowing
As the waves of the sea,
As the rays of the sun,
But belongs every moment
To that Only One.