Perfect match

There was a wedding at the hotel where we stayed in Kajuraho. It was an event of excesses - 250 guests decked out gorgeously in coordinated colours - yellow for the afternoon,  pinks and oranges for the evening to match the decor of the separate venues. The music was loud, everywhere was decorated with swathes of silk and huge swags of flowers.  It must have cost a fortune. 


Only the best for our pride and joys
Our Riya and Prinjal, apples of our eyes:
No cost too much, no holding back.
One venue in yellow, gold and white for the day,
One pinks, greens and oranges for the night,
Pinks and purples, greens for the second day.
(We'll need at least four outfits in matching hues  
In silks, brocades, embroidered in gold,
Each man will need four turbans, 
Jackets with embroidered collars.)
An aisle ten feet wide and sixty feet long
For guests to make their entry
Under vibrant silks and flowers.
Let the music be loud:   
Why only two drummers when you can have four?
We need a stage for the bridal couple
Another for the band, 
A space under the stars for dancing until morning, 
Fireworks to make it all go off with a bang.
Let there be foods from all continents 
A paan stall sticked like a sweetshop:
Every colour and flavour to each one's taste.
It must take a full two days to celebrate this match 
Made - if not in heaven - then between families
Who have examined horoscopes,
Financial prospects, education, fertility,
Making the best future possible
For their prince and their jewel.

© Copyright 2025. Chris Auger. All Rights Reserved


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