Waited At The Door

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I waited at the door steps Watched you stepping in gently Everybody seemed to be in hurry But still there was no sign of worry I breathed heavily with so much anxiety Observed intensely as if to find some variety Cheeks red, face charming and pretty You were the symbol of rose and descent beauty You happened to be chief guest Everything was prepared for your comforts and rest I felt as if it was real show and test Still there was so much eagerness to find out best She was entering with foot steps mildly placing Simple and elegant walk with accurate placing Delicate movement with little shyness Eyes were bright with delight and shines I couldn’t stop you meeting with smile Forgot to shake hand for a while In my own home I felt as if a stranger Blood just rushed on face but not with anger It was simple get together and hello meet Little music with melody coupled with sound of feet All with pump and show with full joy I stayed in corner as simple shy boy I was confided before her arrival Show was arranges as if coming of carnival It was not less than any happy moment It was quite and natural for all this movement Was this all for simple get together or exchange? Meeting of two souls to see and arrange how best can we be couple tomorrow? What should be the system and how to follow? I liked the idea and simply consented I gave my nod and presented after al it was nice gathering Bride’s face to be seen with gifts offerings It is nice to hold such gathering at one place Great pomp and show depends on simple case Everybody enjoys the happy outcome and relation I was amazed to witness the colorful facilitation I was not in position to express inner joy She was going to be my second half and not a toy I never thought life would change dramatically Everything was organized systematically She tried to look at me through her eyes There were many yes, no and whys I tried to convey it positively by smiling She shook her head with face so shining I couldn’t resist the temptation to see her in private I wanted to convey deeply and gracefully narrate Why don’t we join hands for simple ceremony? I could not decide whether to address her as miss or honey

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