Magic Wedding

As I walk by the footpath,
I see a lot of Clouds around,
They form a lovely ring,
and happily go round and round.

It is the day of marriage,
Of the great black and white,
The son and daughter,
of two clouds of great might;

The little clouds flock the scene,
They hide n seek behind the stars,
They run and jump over the moon,
Oh what a splenderous scene.

The priest is a mountain,
A Pious and high headed one,
He is the king of all the mountains,
And hated by none other than none.

The bride comes clad in white,
Her face covered in spotless white,
The groom stands majestically to her right,
And the priest, now begins the marriage rite.

The couple exchange rings,
Ones gifted and blessed by the heaven,
They exchange soft and gentle Kisses,
Not one, not two, but Seven !

The white bride is now a ball of red,
as she blushes and hangs her head,
The priest now takes them into life ,
Husband in front , followed by the Wife.

As I stand watching this,
A bead falls into my hands,
I look around and see,
that it's come from no man's land.

It speaks to me and says "Listen",
Keep your hopes alive,
For it is not too far,
For Your day to arrive;

The day you've been longing for,
When your love will unite,
The sun,moon and the stars will be there,
To bless you and be there on your side.

"Oh glory", I exclaim,
In a moment of untellable happiness,
For till when should I wait,
For the moment that will kill my sadness.

"Be patient my Friend"
The bead tells me,
The day is not too far,
And that you will see.

Saying this, Off went the bead as it came,
Leaving me speechless as though Iam too tame,
I now keep waiting, for the day to arrive,
And my gratitude for the bead,the cloud and all,
will continue, forever, to Thrive.

Ramanujam Ragavan