A rush hour marathon is what we see,
As each one of us hustle in a room that’s free,
Pouncing at the mirror to groom well,
Well here’s the story of my wedding bell.
As I get ready with my hair in a bun,
While the photographer clicks all the fun,
The clock’s ticking it’s way in prime,
We had to hurry else we’d not make it in time.
The bridesmaids scattered all over the place,
With flower girls prancing in our face,
Half dressed and half yet to be,
All of them just wandered around me.
And then we hear ‘there’s no water for shower’
Oh my god! I’m ecstatic at this hour!
Streaming across the hallway stair,
Hoping I’d make it to the starlit chair.
When i stepped into my wedding gown,
I could see everyone like a lit up town,
With smiles flashing all around me,
This moment is what we all wanted to see.
And then again the clock ticks fast,
The present now shall soon be past,
As I take the awaited victory step,
Of all stances, this is my rep.
A little beyond our schedule running,
It’s a treat to see my groom calmly humming,
And knowing I’m a little late for the big day,
Blushing cheeks take away all the dismay.
We walk into the church as two souls,
United in the end to our golden goals,
Entwined in sweet symphony,
Late for my wedding yet in harmony.