Silk routes of India converged
On the South Indian city of Cochin
Where brides demurred and glittered
At a sprawling sari arcade
Like lamps on a windless Diwali night
Colors poured over them
As did unwed salesgirls
Attending on and draping them with passion
Their hearts filled with dreams
Of rainbow hues
Of eligible men on the distant horizon
With wedding garlands in their hands
The sale should go on
Season or no season
Monsoon or no rain
No matter who weds or remains unwed
Insensitive remains
Silk and fiber to youthful dreams
Heart, emotions and passion
Delighted stood the prospective bride
A smile perched on her lips
Busy moved the salesgirls around like bees
With a Goddess sobbing in their hearts
Silent like the unwed one of the Cape
Lighted by a flickering lamp on a summer night
As silk routes converged on Cochin
Careless who did wed or who did weep
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