Despite the Bilboes of Casteism

He could see her highly strung face Behind the cloaked veil A face taught to behold beautiful turbulent. He could feel the shiver in her timid heart And the fearful spasm Running down her spine. He held her hand and whorled the bangles While hundred of foes Opposing two hearts Kept their eyes glued in line. He stained her red; By making that vermilion spread. He jeweled her up with holy beads And consecrated her with the garnet ink. She devoted herself to him When he adorned her nape With the sacred tinsel tasseled thread. He could see the love in her eyes for him And with that sense of relief, She embraced him tight And said in a moist tone As he kissed her lachrymose eyes, 'Our love will always bring the holy grail back.'