The Bride

a poem by Vijaynath

The night was full of expectation and joy,
like any other bride, tense and touchy.
Trembling with anxiety and happiness.

The night was fragrant
Her friends spread out bouquets of
flowers which carried a heavenly scent
around, the aroma of love.

The night was ready to welcome her lover
The birds sang a touching melody
The winds danced, and the clouds
flushed out the light.

The night was terrified to see her
lover coming and she started melting
in the glory of her lover,
Soon she dissolved in the aura.

The night was happy to merge into
her lover… the dawn.