Bride by Saiful Haq
Flowers odorizing her gown,
Gloomily shrouded Deepdown,
Mirrors fervoursly placed against her,
Beautifying her for her adorer.
Homage being paid by the trumpet player,
The Bride looks so much gayer,
Fantanising the world as a mere illusion,
As she expects her marriage procession.
Her steps are heavy and mesmerised by all,
As she makes her way towards marriage hall ,
Drops of tears climb her down,
Parents and relatives all breakdown.
Recollecting her mother's homemade,
Cries ; she wants to evade,
Looking back at her doll house,
She leaves her house even more aroused.
© Saif Ul Haq 2014
Copyright © Saiful Haq | Year Posted 2014
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