The Hairpin

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The best gift,
Is the one which,
Is given without,
Expecting anything in return.

I received so many gifts,
During my wedding,
But my most favorite,
Is the one given by Shri Rama.

He made it with love,
With His own hands,
Knowing my love for hair accessories,
And flowers and adornments.

As pure as His love,
For the ornament shone so bright,
As beautiful as His appearance,
For the hairpin was one of a kind.

He gently tucked it in,
The strands of my hair,
And as I lowered down my eyes,
He interpreted my shyness with grace.

"Sita, I promise to not marry,
Or even look at any other woman,
Except for you, for you're my only one,
Have faith in your Ram, a man of commitment."

I didn't make eye contact,
But I knew His tender gaze,
And eyes full of love and respect,
Shone brightly in the moonlit night.

"Thank you Raghunandan,
The greatest gift of all times,
For me, is this hairpin,
For you've made it for me."

"I shall never remove it,
And it will be with me forever,
Even in the afterlife,
After we've crossed over the Vaitarni."

"This hairpin is special,
But an even greater gift than this,
Is you, my Raghunath,
You're the most precious jewel."

"My Ram Ratan,
You're the divine blessing of Maa Gauri,
I have always loved you,
And shall always continue to do so."

This hairpin, is my sign,
And hope in times of distress,
My pure, pristine, personal belonging,
A sign of love, of my belonging.

It keeps me close to Him,
For it dazzles like His very image,
And whenever I look at this hairpin,
My Raghunandan's voice and words echo in my heart.

Pure love, like God's greatest gift,
I've manifested in my life,
I promise to be His always,
Through my every breath and each heartbeat.

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