Barely was she in her one and twenty,

Her beloved, a man  of  mid- forty

Clad in her finest cotton Kota sari

She was waiting, a moment to carry.

Their love bloomed in the ISCON temple,

Her smile radiates her sweet dimple;

Blushing now and then, she thought:

A unique gift from God, she had got .

The tiny wrist watch that she adorned, His nowhere about, let the time undone,

Forlorn she felt, the prying eyes did melt;

A dream crushed, that furnished a welt.

Her brown eyes were drowning in tears,

Worn and puzzled, gripped  her  fear;

His unflawed love being her  proud...

Lost, unseen in the maddening crowd.

One day, gazing from her long window

Shifting her thought from the meadow

She saw clouds, smeared the night sky

And crescent moon in its best and shy.

Remembering his quoted words:

'Love is like a moon...beautiful, flawless

and ever new!'

Had it been true, thought she:

As the dark patches encircled the moon.