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The Unsaid

Lots of love around
There's no shortage of affection and care
It seems like a dream
Happiness and smiles around me everywhere

Loaded with ornaments,
I feel like a princess
Shining gold and twinkling diamonds
I am studded with world's most precious pieces

Receiving complements from loads of friends
All wishing me for a happy married life
All call it as a day they would have wished for
I seem surely the luckiest wife

It's more than what a girl can wish
The In-laws as caring as my own mother
A gem of a person is my lovely husband
My parents really need not ever bother

I am entering a family of riches
A family of smiles, a family of pride
This new home is really a dreamland
I bet this can't ever be really denied

As I lift my eyes and look at my husband
I see his smile and love loaded eyes 
I return a smile and make him happy
To make me smile, he continuously tries

I hear people say-The girl's fortunate
I hear people say-my parents must be proud
My parents are happy to see me in this place
People say-They have got a daughter who is a pearl in the crowd

As my husband moves to talk to his friends
I take out my purse to adjust my face
I look in the mirror to adjust the ornaments
I look in the mirror to bring a smile on my face

With a kerchief, I just wipe a tear that rolled off
I try to wipe off the extra makeup efforts
As another tear rolls down
I tell observers that the nose ornament hurts

I search for beauty creams in the small purse
Then again, I adjust my hair
I look at the small image that seems to be hidden in it
I try to close the purse, but my eyes still stare

As my husband nears,
I manage a smile, and close the purse

Before closing the purse, I adjust my face
And see to it that the third tear dries
Happy that no one looked at my makeup purse
The mirror I look in, are my real love's eyes.

-- As read by in a girl’s eyes

Copyright © Prasanna Koppar | Year Posted 2023

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