Springs shaded the sky, kadupul layered the walls,
Decors depicted royalty, overcrowded were those halls,
Auspicious was your presence, destiny whispered withdrawals,
Chants remained holy, echoes answered their calls,
Becoming yours was but a sacred round away,
Then fate awoke the dream, a memory that still appalls,
In crimson bridal you adorned,
With ancestral ornaments my insomnia forever recalls.