The sanctity of marriage is a tale to be told…

 

In Hyderabad's bustling streets, it's wedding season now,

Where venues pulse with life, and traditions take a bow.

Opposite our house (Srilekha), processions proudly parade,

Amidst floral splendour, where joy never fades.

With music loud and colours bright, the atmosphere ignites,

As bride and groom, like royalty, step into the lights.

Amidst the heat, the noise, the jams, and polluted air,

Smiles and happiness abound, beyond all despair.

Marvellous decorations grace each wedding hall,

Feasts boasting, cuisines varied, pleasing to all.

Photography and videography, capturing every glance,

Creating memories eternal, in a joyous dance.

Competing in opulence, each venue shines,

A testament to modernity, in these grand designs.

Yet in villages, traditions stand, steadfast and true,

In a very modest celebration, the couple is unified.

It’s under a bower, artfully knit from coconut leaves,

Decorated with banana plants and jasmine blooms.

Amidst auspicious nature's lovely green and near and dear,

The couple is united and blessed to care for each other.

Dazzling or simple, the choice may unfold,

The sanctity of marriage is a tale to be told.

Whether grand or simple, in tradition or in trend,

Love's sanctity must prevail, enduring to the end.