Morning wedding

 in the wee hours of dawn,

all in a room wait and watch,

we, witnesses of a spectacular elopement.

shivering, trembling, looking for warm comfort,

nervously glancing at our watches....is it time?

the stage is set. in a few minutes, the groom will arrive.

the bride's face, hidden partly behind a veil of fog,

she awaits her groom eagerly.

everyone in the room feel the tension,

we keep stealing glances at the bride now and then.

outside the temperature has dropped,

a cool wind blows....when suddenly,

on the horizon a tiny spot shows.

a frenzy gets the crowd,"he's here, he's here", they say

but wait its not the groom, it's his best man.

just like a tiny spark in a distance, it's the planet Venus at hand.

everyone looks on in awe and amazement,

as the star of the show, the groom, makes his entry.

the drama on the horizon begins to unfold,

people standing outside look on in the cold.

the air is electrified, as flash lights snap from all angles.

the bride is waiting her face aglow,

you are lucky, to see this magnificent play,

the fog has lifted today they say.

indeed as the sun rises in the sky,

he gently lifts the veil from the bride's eye.

sheds his light on the shy mountain side

as if on seeing the groom, the bride shies away and blushes

colours, they change from light pink to gold

the sun, he shines fully on her now and embraces her in his fold

 all the people who have come to see,

look at each other and think,"wow, can this really be?

what a miracle have we witnessed today,

what a union, may god bless them and

may like this they stay !"

*This poem was penned on a study tour to Sikkim, when i witnessed the sunrise on the Kanchanjunga mountian.