As the priest recites the rituals, Preparing the Agni, It raises the warmth of the mandap! And with emotions running haywire, The bride looks at her mother Locking eyes with her, Tears start rolling down. But as the melam begins The groom ties the knot. And as she feels the weight Of it on her neck, As it is, on her life She looks at the groom. ‘Hi pondatti’ he says And she has an outburst, One of joy and smiles! She turns to her mother again, But this time around She was all smiles, Seeing them together, As husband and wife!