Into the bangle,
They enter,
All five,
When they succumb to the boundaries,
'contain' themselves,
Bow down,
And then fit.
The bangle worn,
And the fingers again spread,
Free to move,
No boundaries outside,but within,
Not succumbin, but lettin in,
And life's easy
Again..
Its a test,
For all five,
And the sixth,
Its a bangle,
Love.
Marriage.
Everything.
