Kanna & Kirusheka
A South Indian Wedding Symphony
Beneath the golden canopy, under the azure skies,
A South Indian wedding unfolds, where ancient tradition lies.
Drums and nadaswarams sing a song so sweet,
Echoing love’s promise as two souls meet.
The bride, a vision in silk so fine,
Her sari a cascade of gold and crimson divine.
Jasmine garlands crown her braided hair,
A celestial goddess with beauty rare.
The groom, resplendent in dhoti pristine,
His heart aglow, his spirit serene.
Turmeric blessings on hands so pure,
Bound by vows that will forever endure.
The sacred fire crackles, its flames rise high,
Witnessing promises beneath the open sky.
Seven steps around, each vow they take,
A union blessed by gods, for love’s own sake.
Fragrant blooms scatter, petals rain,
As blessings pour like a soft monsoon rain.
The clang of bells, the priest’s holy chant,
A harmony of rituals, both sacred and grand.
Families unite with laughter and cheer,
A bond celebrated year after year.
From banana leaves, a feast unfolds,
A culinary story tradition has told.
Oh, how love shines in this timeless art,
A South Indian wedding, a union of hearts.
Rooted in culture, adorned with grace,
A celebration of love, a divine embrace.
