Tiny Sahabandu Poet Free verse

The Ring

The Ring
   The love between two
   Seal with a Band of Gold
   To be secure and strong,
   With the blessings of all,
   The instant symbol of marriage
   Is the Ring…
   The beginning or end is hard to find.
   Right or wrong within the ring will be pardoned.
   It will be hardened even if it’s right out of the ring.
   It’s a thorn on a finger.
   For a pair, who is always in anger,
   For those who hold love in their hearts,
   Till death they do part,
   It’s the same blessed thing.
   The Golden Wedding Ring…

Poetry by Tiny Sahabandu

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