The wedding of Pal
a few decades back displayed
his most extra ordinary
behaviour, quixotic rather.
Dressed in a Sherwani,
stitched in detail and forethought
by his mother to fit all her sons.
the golden brocade material
shone with a brilliance
being brushed and polished
with care. His hair
hung loose, the unruly locks
covered his face, his
moustache dropped
the turban was a little big
did not sit well on his head.
he led the procession
with his mother beside him.
dad and siblings followed.
The village was agog to witness
a bridegroom different
from the regular. With
a sly smile he entered
to meet his coy bride.
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